glimmer, soft silhouette. an outline so evocative. a strange desire to sing the unwise, to catch a name and raise a fist, to bare a few words, and claim this evening, from an otherwise drunken mood.
habitual courage summoned at the sweat of another drink, a committee of stoic voices living inside of me. passed down through a millennia of spanish men incessantly clamouring for more whiskey. incessantly advising to just breathe and let go.