Multiple coffees each morning;
Bottles of wine most nights.

Relied upon to feel good,
to feel anything.

Sometimes I sit there in the morning wishing my coffee was wine.

I keep drinking because I’m afraid of how I’ll feel without it.

Am I addicted?
Everyone does it?
It must be okay?
Am I okay?

It’s normal.
People drink more than me.

I’m fine,
just pour me another wine.


The second chapter of the heart.
A dialogue on emotional dependency towards socially accepted substances, in order to avoid pain.

I need a Coffee. I need a Wine.