So. Hows things? Quite mighty fine white wine.
Hangovers rarely seem to exist anymore, sobriety still not obtained.
I'm just stronger now than I've ever been. My stomach has decayed from alcohol, my lungs from smoking and I'm incredibly happy.
Her eyes reach mine. Her lips shine, inviting. We lean into each other, lips locking, just slightly. Teasing. I wake up. These dreams have been haunting me for a while now. Same woman, different day. Different woman, same day. Wheres the glove that fits eh?
Still woman-free so ultimately woe free. Go me.
There is a woman involved. The butterfly effect. I fall for her, she doesnt fall for me.Two minutes later shit is reversed. My sexist stature doesn't sit right with her and that's good for me.
Peace brothers. Short but sweet.
