The brown of the table where I spilled the bourbon blends with the brown of the bourbon itself. I can see a little lamp reflected in the liquor pool. Shift a little, there is a little me. Every accident has an antecedent, every reason a rose. Cold water for a chaser, and my life is explained. Another drink, another bottle, another flower dying slowly in the night.
Every pleasure has its price, and most of mine have been paid for on credit. Take another tomorrow, burn today into the smoking husk of yesterday again and again. This slash and burn life where I never learn, where the only lesson is to lean hard into the ache. As if turning into the slide, leaning into the skid was a tactic that could be nurtured into dogma. As if there was a strategy to falling into the tide of each weakness, dusk the promise of another day. Romance the fumes rising from yet another budding calamity. I close my eyes and swallow, another measure of the future burning all the way down.
Every pleasure has its price, and most of mine have been paid for on credit. Take another tomorrow, burn today into the smoking husk of yesterday again and again. This slash and burn life where I never learn, where the only lesson is to lean hard into the ache. As if turning into the slide, leaning into the skid was a tactic that could be nurtured into dogma. As if there was a strategy to falling into the tide of each weakness, dusk the promise of another day. Romance the fumes rising from yet another budding calamity. I close my eyes and swallow, another measure of the future burning all the way down.
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kraven:
Thanks for taking the time to look over my set in Member Review... I am sooo thankful for your suport and positive words.... How is your week going?? Now if only my real New Years Party was that fun.. hahahah thanks again hun and talk soon
churtch:
Thank you so much for the comment you left on my set, it really means a lot!