The writer remembers the wound of his past, the scars are there to remind him.He goes in search of a remedy. His search is fruitless and he lands in the waiting hands of addiction. His addiction causes him to withdraw from the society. He spends the bulk of his time alone, in solitude, thinking that avoiding his problems would make them go away. But rarely do problems go away when we ignore them.The writer resolves not to take alcohol again but such decisions are easier said than actualized. This addiction causes him to be ashamed.

He stands alone and aloof. And begins to resent himself.He finds solace in isolation, finds peace in the silent echoes that ricochet off the walls of his space.The writer resigns to fate, letting the demons within to overpower him.His inability to tell himself the truth, truth that he has a problem causes friends and family to desert him and see him as an outcast.So he recoils within his shell and resorts to pills. Taking them frequently and trusting them to provide solutions to his dwindling mental health.The writer decides to stop thinking of the past and live in the present.