The sun rose late, lazily glowing in the morning sky
I blinked my eyes and looked to the East -
Towards snow-capped mountains and spinning prayer wheels,
Perhaps even the Yeti.

I shook my aching head and whispered wordless curses
to nobody,
My past had all too quickly caught up with me.
In my anesthetized reality,
my fingers twitched as I tried to clasp my hands in prayer.

Fear, anxiety and shattered dreams
poured from my eyes in the form of tears.
I was a deer in celestial headlights,
Hoping my last hope...

The empty whiskey bottle lying in front of me
Mocked my crazed emotions.
It was there - as a reflection - that I first saw her.
A tiny angel floating on the curve of the bottle.

She placed her heart on my head,
drinking up all my pain.
I think I coughed as light enveloped me.

Having lost every ounce of energy, I laid my head down to sleep.
I slept like never before, dreaming deeply
Of cherubs and seraphs, of Dalai and Panchen Lamas.

My mana restored.