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.