The Haunting Dance of Memories and Alcoholic Echoes

addiction, alcohol, time staggers, memories bleed into the present, and reality peels away like old paint. clutching mezcal like a life raft. t another mirage? — like a restless echo. loom, the sky trembles, wars rumble. not in clean lines but in spirals — memories, hallucinations — until violence and silence close shatter Let the tone flicker between beauty and despair, lucidity and drunken madness, capturing elegiac collapse