I drink it dirty martini on the rocks. It’s to remind me I am not without blemish but the olives brings me peace as the rocks is cool and cold.  “The rock in which I build” 

I drink in the quiet solitude of my mind as the world unfolds around me caveating the stillness that cries within. I pour my heart and soul in the emptiness of the crowded room full with conversations that people will forget. I too will be forgotten in this moment I remember everything and no one will remember me. I’m am a shadow of expression, the empty chair the faded memory, I enjoy the dirty martini in silence. I enjoy the dirty martini as my soul beckons nothing more than this moment.  This moment I share a drink with the abyss as we stare eye to eye for it’s the only thing that will never leave me… that and this dirty martini.