Absolut

Sunday night feeling like drinking vodka to let out the last cry of my heavy heart. A cry that will make me stand up on my feet again. A clear 60% of alcohol that will be my helper to slap my other cheek. A slap that will put all the displaced puzzle even more displaced and maybe it will give me any idea how to take small steps forward. But then again being responsible is winning. The adult me is having the last word. The vodka has to wait.