There are times when my mind wanders looking for something. In a desperate attempt to recognize why I feel lost, I turn to a bottle in which I have convinced myself contains answers.
Deep within there is a hole that I must fill. My hands seem empty when they should be full. My eyes search for the focus of my day to be complete. In a constant journey to nowhere I feel as though the alcohol is my path to really seeing my route to be complete.
Now I continue, not succeeding, but diving into an endless loop of drunken attempts to be fulfilled.
I lost my faith and will not know what I looking for until I find it sober.