We are a beautiful, drunken mess stumbling around in the dark, our laughter lighting up the path ahead as we fill up the spaces within us with whisky and sex trying to chase away the monsters inside with fuel for their thoughts. We slice the skin, digging deeper to find more meaning to everything that goes on in our chaotic minds with moments of clarity that are pulled back to sleep by tendrils of blackness and insecurity. A shattered glass taped together with excuses and abuse and there is no excuse for what we did but we'll do it again anyway for the spark felt in that moment was the best part of our week even though it was extinguished sooner than we would have wanted by reality and caresses turned into a tempest as the rain and the wind collided we made a beautiful storm that destroyed everything in front of it heading towards the sea where it drowned. Then again, we knew it would drown and the mess we left behind was worth it. Looking at each other with nostalgia, longing and regret; we let go of the rope, falling into the abyss of life; smiling, as we plunged to our deaths. Grinning and laughing chasing each other while going apart, and maybe, just maybe, it doesn't have to have a happy ending for the process of getting here was way better than what we were headed towards.
