I hover over mountains
eroding them away
finding myself
in their glass foundation
eyes watering, nose running
like some sobbing child
my pride hurts from the sight
but then it hits
and the confidence flows
faster than the whiskey
had ever allowed
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
I hover over mountains
eroding them away
finding myself
in their glass foundation
eyes watering, nose running
like some sobbing child
my pride hurts from the sight
but then it hits
and the confidence flows
faster than the whiskey
had ever allowed
Work in progress.
