A Wine-O in a Glass Menagerie

As long as you're alive, every end is a new beginning. It has taken quite a few experiences to fully believe in this simple string of words. When you feel this alone for so long, it's hard to believe you're thriving in society. Questions come and go like light on a chandelier that has been struck. Answers come slower than a cold and stalling engine. Words are hard to express, and things begin to crumble before your very eyes. The reliance on depressants slows this decay, but when sober, things seem to fall faster. In or out of place, you'll never know. When the feelings come, don't forget the changes. Don't forget the things that have made you who you are. As you're searching, find a temporary guide that has the ability to mold and create the visions held. Feel the things that bring sensational thoughts, and make those numb and hurtful disappear. People tell me to not be obsessive over the small things, but isn't life full of small moments? Each one brings wisdom and concentrates the impact of a whole. Maybe I'm insane; maybe life just isn't what I always dreamed. 

All for the best,

Peak