Bad Medicine

Little brother you whisper your secrets into the whiskey bottle and the bottle whispers back poor advice. The poor advice manifests itself as poor action. The poor action leaves you with poor feeling. The poor feeling makes you return to the bottle for more advice. I wish we could talk like we used to. In my time I have struggled with the hopelessness and lack of direction that you feel. I will always have a fire burning so that you may find me when you are tired of wandering in the dark.