Epiphany

You would think that I wouldn’t drink myself out of control since I am such the control freak. Thus I must drink to escape. But. I don’t ever drink myself to an actual point of no control, so then, I don’t receive escape.
I follow the path to escape, but stop at the first sign of a loss of control.
Perhaps this means nothing to everyone else, perhaps it doesn’t seem deep or meaningful…in fact, it looks pretty fucking worthless, it doesn’t look like much of an epiphany at all, but it’s the story of my life.
I can’t explain it.
But somehow, it makes every single part of my life make perfect sense.