post-post inebriation

teehee.  owned.

post inebriation



What's with you, my lips, you hardly smile
When the smiles smother
A moonlit face no sooner
Had it shimmered
Then it was shrouded
By a cloud in my mind
Averting my sight
Away and up to another face
On which countenance
A hope and a wish
Are never in coincidence 


i feel like a stairwell that has never been ascended.  
i feel like i'm being choked by the vines of rumination.
i feel like i'm drifting away on the wind.

i suppose it serves me right.