I wake up, hoping these warm dreams stay with me, but the memories have already escaped my eyes...the sensation has already left my fingertips.
I try to savor the dryness stirring still in my mouth, I feel it escape with a laugh,ours. Funny how something so refreshing can leave you thirsting for more.
This wine never got the chance to age, so what remains of these bottles will stay in my cellar.
This Nederlandse wijn tastes like home, perhaps it will rival aged bordeaux in time. The deepest cavern of my house runs cold with the finest and most potent of fire nectar to level a whole kingdom,I let myself believe I'll be alright.
I allow myself one last taste,but right now this wine warms like whiskey, and I have to remind my heart, that it's sober. It must stay so.
I put away the last bottle,its scent of seashells and sun lingers on my skin. I swear I hear the whispered messages in a bottle, the kinds you write and leave at sea... Scrawled on a scrap from the paper thin walls of my heart, Gezellig.
Vaarwel liefde, I'll look at the moon and find you at sea.
