I just bought this bottle, now its half way empty. This is the point were I tell myself, "I drink to much." Which comes up almost every conversation.
What does it feel like not to dream, Not to love. To imagine all of life pass by. I only wave goodbye in the evening. Believe that no one was affected.
Personal search for truth. I gave up all my romantic integrity. Some people never learn to love. But maybe there is more I have to give in the loss.
Another sip of whiskey. Hints of vanilla hidden behind smoke finish flavors. I drink to drink in life's experiences given to this earth that made this liquid. Drink and drown in failed imagination of the cult holding everything and holding nothing.
Created: Mar 07, 2010Document Media