Gin poetry and the rest of your life.
And it feels like the alchohol has burned a hole through my stomach. We can only hope that Ma never asks where that bottle of gin went.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I'm finding my brother and I will not desert him. I will not desert him.
Yeah, I wish we were young again too. And as far as phsyics go, if that moment occured a million times before us, I could live with that, and if it occurs a million times after us, I could live with that too and so on and so on, another back and forth mirror stretching on and on and on and on. Reflected forever but none of that is really us.
Maybe we are emo kids a little bit. And maybe that's okay. And maybe it's okay to not have all the answers but to look for them.
Maybe it's because my stomach's still full of gin and God help me, I shouldn't of dranken it but if I didn't you would've and I had to do something semi-responsible.
So, take care and someone will let you take shelter under their halo cause yeah, it's raining hard. Raining hard in your abyss.
Above all else, remember to expect grace anywhere and God speaks to us through images.
There has never been any such thing as something for nothing. That's the truth and that's all.