Tonight, the view from the bottom of a bottle of pain pills is not a bad one. The pain is not so bad, the dog is snoring on the carpet in front of me, and Chinese food is on its way here.
So I float through the Interwebs. Some days, I’m drugged to the gills on painkillers, Xanax, muscle relaxers, and more just to manage. Others are better days, like today. But it gets a little lonely down here, in the bottom of that pill bottle, so I thought I’d put some messages in the empties and cast them out into the waves of the big e-ocean and see them float away. With all the flotsam and jetsam, all the noise filling the white, it’s hard to imagine anyone ever finding this. It doesn’t matter, I’m thinking. I’m just sending my letters into the ether and … I’ll see what comes after those ellipses later.
Hugs and Kisses,