It’s become quite the tendency. The need to drink. Someone once said “Writing is weeping in silence.”.
I only weep when I drink lately.
As if a barrier has been lifted off of my mind. some proclivity long present to deny myself the basic human right of emotions.
Why I do this now, I don’t know. How long I’ll keep it up, that too I don’t know.
Evidently. Memories will triumph. Tomorrow will come. The unknown presents itself.