shimmer

the beautiful thing about redemption is that you can always find it in something.

last night it found me between whiskey and the smooth refractions of light. a soft shimmer over the surface as my soul quietly slips in the back door in the early hours.

i let water run over my skin until i am shining again. until the world is no longer an illusion that swirls around me and the rushing of my heartbeat slows with steady breaths.

i greet myself like an old friend, with smiles and slightly watered eyes.