It’s like liking a wine. A pure, alluring, irritating, mindless and lovely glass of wine. You get in the habit of one- not one like a drug , but still one to take you pretty over the edge. It’s tasty, mindless and your lost like a love lost fool. You get over it eventually, like you would with a past love or crush. What you need, what you want and always did was… water. The only thing that can cure you, ease you and give your mind relief is a glass of water. Because water is pure, healthy. It does not deceive your mind like other juices and illustrious things. It lets your mind breathe, think and live- it lets it live.
But my hand does not sway towards water. On the bartender’s bench, my hand grabs the slightly green translucent drink beside it- the one which reminds of an apple and had glimpses of light playing through it.
I drink it and then reach for a pink, then cherry and then the golden wine one. I keep reaching , k