Positive

All characters and events depicted are fictitious. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead isn’t purely coincidental but certainly an attempt at concealment.

Woke up with a little lump in my throat. Call me poetic or simply positive. COVID positive, now my mornings look beautiful from the confines of my hotel room through its white, translucent drapes. I wouldn’t have it any other way otherwise but I would rather complain about this than comprehend any further what is it that I truly want — love or his love.

In case you’re not aware, whiskey goes down smoother with hot water and truth goes down smoother with… nothing. Truth is subjective and any and every ‘doctor’ prescribing pills, easy or difficult to swallow, is either messing with your head or is yet to swallow their own; go and pick your own truth. I am picking mine too.

My truth is water.

My truth bends.

My truth curves.

My truth accompanies my whiskey.

My truth runs down my eyes.

My truth is what’s keeping me alive.

My truth is what’s helping me grow.

It’s the only thing that’s only mine — not his, not hers, not anyone else’s. And I’m positive it’s all that matters.