text | Drink

drink. talk. look for conversation. im only honest when im drunk. im only drunk every weekend. the words come out louder and slightly out of place. one hundred percent honest you say. one hundred. fall asleep and its all over. the floor is hard but a welcomed place. my head wants to find you and tell you everything inside. my eyes are too heavy to search the crowd. call out but you are deaf to what i am saying not to the noise that i make. the muffled sound becomes soothing this blue carpet my bed. douced in vodka and lemonade. it will be better by the second morning of today.