Another closing. The decorations are up but that exquisite flavor is gone. Running his hand through his hair wondering when it was the last time since he had sat down to watch the world pass while sipping on a nice familiar bitter sweet after taste.

The story of how he came to love the drink and season was a funny one. It reminded him of an episode in his life.

He smiles at the sign and walks away...

Maybe one day.

I will never forget you.

I accept myself for the love I accept.

You don't remember writing all that. But you feel infinite today, this morning, last night. That's what alcohol does, makes you brave to say exactly what is on your mind. Unfiltered words. Honest, offending but real.

You haven't spoken as much as you did last night... Shocking but how often does that happen anymore.

Time has taught you well. Removing yourself from those dark paths you no longer thread or need to find out. You found the ultimate release of your soul.. Not a lost wanderer anymore.

I can go on now... Without knowing.