10/31/23 9:34 AM Four months thirteen days I've been sober. It seems unfathomable and fictitious. Some achievement attained by another ambitious Aquarius. I almost feel I don't deserve the accolades accompanying this feat. An evening passes into morning, My mind still processing what project To pursue next. Poems, paragraphs, photos, and files All filtered and placed where they fit. The only thing missing is the bottle And that dreadful hollowness it holds. A bright look for this year's halloween.
