| Falling in Love Our bodies were always twice heavier when we drank: half from dreams and half from a life booze created. Alcohol was music serenading us. It played our song, making us fall in love with it all over again, slow dancing us into another life. When we were dry the music stopped and we all had two left feet. We stumbled over ourselves into another uncertain future. The only certainty was reality and being frightened of something our bodies grew to love. Shaking and snaking, we would gather ourselves up and search for any physical evidence that we ever existed. Sometimes alcohol would become the doc-on-call, cleaning wounds real and imagined, healing open wound but always leaving scars so wide and long it takes years to cover up and lifetimes to fade away. |