Often distant, yet slightly composed Two stagger along the endless rows Kicking the air, in profane rage Bystanders speak amongst their pain. Cool, calm, quite stones only further them to compose sight of songs ring by their ears loved ones concerned mourning tears Lastly they see the light in the stone glowing through cracked, worn, water filled holes Entering at last the crowded scene serenity lost in a bourbon dream
Reason for writing:
I like to drink, don't get me wrong, but I don't think alcohol schould be an escape for anyone. It's numbs life and makes you miss out on too much. Besides the hard times are what makes life interesting, and what makes us stronger.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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