Just talking out loud.....
Just saw a post about the beast prowling, mine is.
I am enjoying sobreity, but the beast knows I am restless and that drinking was my hobby and filled my time. I cannot at this point find an adequate replacement for drinking, so the beast is smiling (can't see him, but sure can feel him).
I feel myself breathing very shallow, being still and thinking alot. I am having trouble concentrating at work and I'm just flat tired and bored. Can't seem to get out of the rut.
There is a song by The Killers that says;
"When there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on"
That's what I feel like I'm doing, hanging from a ledge with the abyss below me - I'm not scared, not panicking, I'm just holding on, waiting for the beast to pounce.
Guess we'll see who blinks first.
Toss