There are very few things that can compare to the fulfilling contentment of getting drunk alone into the wee hours of the morning, simply writing and consuming inspiration and writing some more.
These honest moments keep me sane. They make sense. My mind works the way I suppose it should.
These moments are often more genuine than sober reality.
I am fine here. Content with misery. It is a part of life that sadly…I find beautiful. And right now…I am okay with that.