Atlas Sneezed

There's resiliency in addiction. Going up that mountain every night to break those stones into pebbles. Creating pieces of the boulder small enough to throw across the water. Trivial journeys to the other side of myself. Endless rescue attempts. To save the woman stranded on the other end of all this drowning.

Sometimes. Some nights. I think I've had enough. Am drunk enough to reach her. Have finally brought her back with me. To this new world. Where the only love that matters is kept in bottles. And she concedes. The destruction began with trying to save her.

And in so many ways it has.

Saved us both.