I am afraid like everybody else.
Afraid of life, to be swallowed into an ocean of oblivion.
Sometimes I imagine my own dreams fall down like a fig from a tree just to
land on the ground to rot.
What’s the solution hugging a bottle. Probably not, but still
better then hugging nobody right?
I am not even an addict I just romanticize about the idea of being one.
I like the idea of fighting back into life, to stand up from
the ground to  grow stronger and bigger
. I want my life to be a metaphor for Kintsugi.
I want to shatter myself into a thousand pieces like a bowl.
Put them all back together, so that the new bowl will be even more beautiful than
the original one.