unaligned

Sober thoughts, drunken heart. The mind is a minefield when everything feels like it is drowning. Then all at once, I felt bravery and loss -
At the same time.

How is it possible to feel in extremes?

Here is a glass. This is half of me.  Down in a glass half empty - or is it half full? I can't tell. Does it even matter, anyway? We like to draw lines to let boundaries dictate lives. But even lines become uneven. And even lines need spaces...