The Empty Bottle Full

Like the lashing of a whip, the bitter cold cuts through the night. It's cold outside... And like the beating heart of the Ice Queen herself, the cold does not stop there... But there is a fire inside of me. And like a Phoenix rising from the fire and ash of my soul, thoughts of you rise, seemingly out of nowhere, but everywhere at the same time. Especially on nights like this. It's cold outside... At times, comparable to the discarded bottle of alcohol that occasionally occupies my wastebasket, emptiness takes over me. I drown in it... I'm pulled under by the realization that I tried, but failed. And seeing the failed relationships that men who don't deserve you put you through, and knowing that while I may not be the best, I would definitely do my best to insure your happiness, is like a weight tied around my ankle insuring my suffocation. It's cold outside... But there is still warmth in me. In my heart. Because that is where love resides. Love for life. For others. Love for creation. And for the little things... Like looking beyond myself. Beyond my selfish feelings of emptiness to love the fact that one day, someone will fill your heart with the happiness I can't provide. It's cold outside... And although the bottle is empty of alcohol, it is full of something else. Air... And like the very air I breathe, love will always be a part of me. It will always fill my heart.

-S. Thompson