The Weight Of The Bottle - A Blurry World

Hillary slumped over the table, with his head resting on his arms, and his whiskey bottle still clutched in one hand. The bright llight of the bar shows off a long shadows across his face. He had been drinking a whole lot of bottles of alcohol for hours, just trying to drown his sorrows, but then the more he drank, the more it seemed like the sorrows multiplies.

As he stayed there barely unconscious, the world around him began to blur. The sounds coming from the bar all blank into the background, and all he could think was the weight of his past pain, choked responsibilities, and the uncertainty facing his future. The bottle, serving as a source of comfort, now felt like a burden to him, constantly reminding him of his struggles.

Right at that moment, Hillary realized that he wasn't just drunk but also lost. He was so lost in a sea of doubts and unsure of how to find his way back to a rising Sun. But as the night drew nearer, he slowly slept off, the bottle still clutched in his hand, symbolising an ongoing battle in his life.

WHAT I SEE

I see a frustrated man with a zero direction on how to get back on his feet and face life

WHAT I FEEL

He should listen to good advices people gives him and minimize the way he consumes alcohol.