Broken notes
A broken note, and I am diving into all the emotions that seem to break the waves. I hug the glass as the white grapes dance on my lips. I remember the youth long gone, and the caffeinated hopes we had as we spoke about songs and lyrics. And how we swayed to them all. I miss the moments when I the fool who drank to much proclaimed us champions of the world. I miss the grins that we all shared when we saw the world. Most of all I miss you all before my great escape from you all.