the power of a broken heart fills my cup and my fingers tremble and shake when i lift the tear stained glass i want to be alone drunk on my sorrows finally having the right to do so after so long of hiding in plain sight.
it's easy to criticize people for how they deal with pressure. but it's important to realize that pressure, like people, come in all different shapes, colors, and sizes; they affect people differently. because he doesn't drink just to drink. and she doesn't smoke just to smoke. they're trying to forget how broken they are inside. trying anything to escape their minds. escape their lives. and, at the end of the day, that's all we want to do too.
Great tea boils down to a tender leaf cultivated slowly on small trees watered liberally by long rains reaping a full fragrance harvested from high estates packaged to be picked and infused without fuss or ceremony in a warmed ceramic *** for two to draw out the deepest flavour.
second sight alternate mind sliding down the slippery ***** chasing a rabbit into fantasyland the world is the same but changed this drink is full of laughter this drink makes everything strange and why am I here you may ask as I refill my already refilled glass to find myself of course I've looked everywhere else and this is the only place I exist at the bottom of a bottle sailing close to the abyss I am alive tingling inside and I know he is waiting on the hangover side, but I'll let him deal with it **** it up while I just crawl away to Hyde until he is again enticed to walk away from his Jekyllite life we're all inmates so what's your poison prisoners here in alcoholism