...my weakend begins...
whisky befriends me once again,
a cheap one, that spirit.
He only comes around when I have money to spend on him.
He just appears everywhere.
I think calming thoughts about oceans and azure skies, about my love, Sapphire. I give what I can and she gives back, she's intoxicating. We enjoy eachother's company, but our nights of whimsical thoughts and light banter aren't long enough. I drift from her, and find myself with whisky, arguing persistantly about how strong he really is. And who is the better, Benji or Lassi. Garfield or Heathcliff. And why the hell didn't I take him to Troy, at least he would have like it.
whisky befriends me once again,
a cheap one, that spirit.
He only comes around when I have money to spend on him.
He just appears everywhere.
I think calming thoughts about oceans and azure skies, about my love, Sapphire. I give what I can and she gives back, she's intoxicating. We enjoy eachother's company, but our nights of whimsical thoughts and light banter aren't long enough. I drift from her, and find myself with whisky, arguing persistantly about how strong he really is. And who is the better, Benji or Lassi. Garfield or Heathcliff. And why the hell didn't I take him to Troy, at least he would have like it.