A glass of wine br br This is ridiculous it has no name engulfed by sadness, two bottles of wine and cigarettes br and I'm drowning. Tomorrow no more, but I know when the sun falls so will I, succumbed br to a need to fly away to otherness. The pain in my chest is eating away, the emptiness of br my life feels like intolerable burden. I have created a world that is so small it chokes me. br The road to recovery, to palm trees and gentle sea is long.