- Prologue Prologue
I’m still trying even though I should probably just give up.
I speak to myself every morning, and each time, I say those same words. Leaning towards the bathroom mirror, I watch my sleepy eyes, my tired face and I blink. Then I remember the terror of the night, the lurid dreams of bottles and the remembered smells and I gulp.
Look at me, my eyes say, my as-yet-uncovered-by-dark-glasses eyes. Look at the pitiful man you’ve become. Afraid of letting go, of falling back into a much desired life. Afraid of my own mind.
That’s why I keep a good dozen pair of shades in the bathroom cabinet…meaning that in an instant, I can reach and cover my eyes. Blinding myself in thinking that’ll shut my brain up.
But it never does.
And the yearning goes on…and the words keep whirling…and the taste still lingers…And I’m still here.
Still trying.