The way the whiskey flows makes fools of us all, especially the soft hearted and hollow eyed. I drink for the times I felt like as if I mattered, we get drunk because we know it was never true. 24 and nothing much left. Just time to waste until darkness drinks me up. I am but a silly lummox, lost within myself. Braving the endless crystal seas, I laugh despite an absence of any joke.
I am the captain of a beautiful ship, stuck inside a bottle. Built painstakingly just for me.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
The way the whiskey flows makes fools of us all, especially the soft hearted and hollow eyed. I drink for the times I felt like as if I mattered, we get drunk because we know it was never true. 24 and nothing much left. Just time to waste until darkness drinks me up. I am but a silly lummox, lost within myself. Braving the endless crystal seas, I laugh despite an absence of any joke.
I am the captain of a beautiful ship, stuck inside a bottle. Built painstakingly just for me.
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