a thought

• Is about the swirl of anxiety I get when alcohol is near me, the wonder if the thirst for it is going to be insanely strong or if it is going to be manageable. The idea that I have to just put one foot in front of the other and be strong. To let my past life (the underneath of the painting or red areas) go and to focus on the swirling happy life of my present and future (present is the white and the future is the glow in the dark areas).