Right now I’m drinking from a tiny bottle of wine.
I have a lot on my mind.
People draining me daily, all the time.
My life is a life that is alive only sometimes.
This wine beams through me, deep through the darkness of my mind.
I call out for you! I call out for you.
Where are you? It’s late. Never on time.
Debating on life is a crime unfiltered.
I call out for you. Notifications remain muted.
The bait went stale.
I’m exhausted, I miss aspects of interactions.
Reactions are volatile.
Because you always overreact – like an over sensitive weak human. Bitterness intact.
I probably shouldn’t be on my blog.
I probably should type out so many subliminals. I do. Oh! I do.
With the tiny bottle of wine, I salute you, you, you and you.