I have half assed memories
of mostly slurred words,
tempting me
with the curious thought:
how strange is it that our biggest fears
are centered largely
around others.
How ironic.
The sober neglect this,
But
In whisky kissed souls
these truths
cling deep.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I have half assed memories
of mostly slurred words,
tempting me
with the curious thought:
how strange is it that our biggest fears
are centered largely
around others.
How ironic.
The sober neglect this,
But
In whisky kissed souls
these truths
cling deep.