We
are
drunk
on the
idea of love.
Our minds enclosed to the idea of the
'Power of love'
That we sometimes forget our own capabilities.
Our feeble human minds are always
Drunk on ideas.
The ideas blocking our brains that we only see what we believe.
We're drunk on the idea of attention, beauty, status and so many twisted and messed up things.
But I guess that makes sense for strange livings to have strange ideas.
'You're mad. Bonkers.
Off your head' they will say.
'But I'll tell you a secret, all the best people are' is all you reply.
Because if I have to be honest with you,
I rather be drunk on ideas,
Than
Sober with a dull reality.
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoetryHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
