Wait. Is that even fair? Can I expect her to live a life that calls me higher? To grow with me? To fly? Is that just selfish or is that my preconceived notion of settling trying to play a trick on me?" Then for a rare moment my mind was quiet. Long enough for me to realize I enjoyed the peace of nothingness. "No matter," I said, "this bottle of scotch will put both halves of my mind to sleep leaving only me, only inebriated, confused me. Cheers to you and all the space you could EVER hope for!" I sputtered out trying not to sound sarcastic & angry with myself. I held my glass up for a toast & downed the full cup of golden brown liquid as I fumbled for the half filled bottle sitting on the desk of my darkened office...
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