Army of Ink #48

Flying on a string   …   I stretch to forever with the very tips of my fingers   .   way up high to a place where everything falls away   .   just me and nothing   .   nothing and me   .   Then I let go   .   fell into a place much harder than my story   .   it hurt   .   not from the fall   .   from landing in things I didn’t know were still there   .   Now my fingers ache for the place where everything falls away   .   I fight to soothe fiddling fingers still   .   lock them in my lap   .   far less than the place they long for   .    much more for being held in a place I believe I have a chance to hold.     Been talking about chocolate and alcohol in my blog so this seems fitting - for me it’s about  …

… addiction.  I’ll openly admit alcohol for me, but suggest it could also speak to chocolate, shopping, sex, smokes, drugs, gambling, risk, work, food?   I’ve just had 4 alcohol free days, so I’m pretty chuffed.    I could easily console myself that  “I didn’t really drink that much”.  A blood test for liver function spilled the bugger of truth.   Time to let go of the balloon.  Pass it on, with sensitivity, to all the balloon holders you know …