The ice crashes into the glass, soon to be submerged with my thoughts. Drown it all. These are my happy hours. Wet the slate clean. The doctor said he couldn’t drink. Drink and you die, abstain…
Source: In Your Backyard
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The ice crashes into the glass, soon to be submerged with my thoughts. Drown it all. These are my happy hours. Wet the slate clean. The doctor said he couldn’t drink. Drink and you die, abstain…
Source: In Your Backyard
An hour or a two with friends,
Renew your faith in love.
Look at their faces and see the
connection within.
Love can seem bogus until that smile,
the magnetic wrench that brings you in.
The basic innocent feeling of self-appreciation.
You are my friend, I love you.
Are you happy? Be happy.
Laugh until your belly hurts. Laugh.
Deep breath for the quiet feelings.
Quiet comes after the laughter.
Clink glasses and hug, laugh, hug.
Tight.