My babies haven't bloomed in five years... Maybe they were waiting for sobriety, too.

                                                                                                                                                                         Alcohol is a disease of carried isolation. It engulfs you in a cloud of dark pins and needles. Until hidden disaster shows face, one stays in ignorant bliss.  
            The light eventually emerges, unexpectedly at the necessary  time. True colors show and your waken by realism. ~My new life has blossomed.