bottled sorrows lift clumsily to drunken lips , a sharp sting of alcohol invading sensitive tongue . first time haze has let go & allowed such an indulgence since his death β¨Ύ petrified of making an irreversable mistake & allowing a mixture of stupidity , alcohol , and hunger cloud judgement . but with shelley , he is calm . drinking in the light of the moon & her precious stars , at peace once again . as if the events of august never happened . . . as if he weren't undead . β i could stay out here forever , β a simple wish spoken with a soft sigh & undeniable longing for a life more peaceful . β what about you , shells ? β
