she shook her head and questioned…why?
she was filled with anger from too much disease.
he stood there as she was leaving and worried that if he looked away she’d be gone.
“…one drink to remember and one to forget.”
she was the drink he needed and as the moon cursed him he slouched in discontempt.
fucking reality. fucking weight of life. when persistence is your drug you can’t find a better fix.
the universe was giving them the grace for one more resolution, one more drink.
“…one more drink and then my grace is gone.”
one day she was invisible, but she would rather you believe she was invincible. untouchable. unreachable. too far from love’s arms.
he wasnt just searching for the answer, he was searching for her answer and the difference between the two was immense…as you’ll soon see.
the story of the ages rages on dear reader, and if this is the only way he can reach her then he simply closes his eyes and wrap himself in its warmth.
welcome back to it….