Failure

I look failure in the eye. For all my searching, I've not been able to find the voice. It's eluded me for so long, and still I can't track it down.

I wonder if the voice is my own creation. I wonder if I've created an impossible case. I wonder if I'm trying to solve the unsolvable, to achieve the impossible. I wonder, and discard the thought like a burned out matchstick.

Rain comes. I hope it will soothe me. The rain is honest. I know rain. I can sheild myself from the cold; admire the beauty of the havoc it wreaks; drink in the thudding symphony of percussion. Yeah, I know rain. When it comes to the rain, I'm all set.

But failure... that I've never been able to deal with. Sure, it happens. But I don't carry it well.

As the whiskey drives me to the floor, I give in to failure.