Best Medicine Sometimes making someone laugh is the best you can hope for on cafeteria sandwich and soup Thursdays, when the promise you were promised has gone quiet as a bad joke. It’s those silent moments where your thoughts heckle every choice you made, as if you can never be right, and your only choice is to hide behind a smile, hoping no one notices what you leave in those empty bottles most Friday nights.
Sorrows and sufferings flows on the Bottle over nights. But life goes on playing on the stage hiding all to adjust the moments we are toface eventually. Life painted writing. Excellent!