Jay Rox
Bottom Of A Wine Glass
He was a man who carried the weight of his dreams on tired shoulders, working day and night to carve a better life from the rough edges of his reality. But no matter how hard he pushed, the fruits of his labor never came: every door he opened seemed to lead to another dead end. Love, too, slipped through his fingers, leaving him lonelier than before. His mind, already fragile, began to crack under pressure, and when the noise of his failures become too loud to bear, he sought silence at the bottom of a wine glass, hoping the blur of liquor would numb the ache of a world that had refused to be kind.
