My eyes are low like I’m sleepy
Laying in serendipity
I am asking myself questions.
Is it the liquor that has me feeling so open?
Is it this taste that lingers on my lips
Making me lose focus?
Imagining some things.
I can’t keep thinking about these types of situations.
Ghostly shadows of Christmas future implications
My breathing is experiencing fluctuations.
What would happen though?
What would happen,
If I were to let myself completely go?
To feel everything that it is possible to feel?
To love them all?
To love the people who said they loved me?
And to love the people who never cared for me,
Without the threat of what it will do to me in the process.
Would I be happy and free
Or be a glutton in excess?
Insatiably, as the fiend lives
I would never stop it
and like a thick and grimy coat
I would pout and sulk about it
How would I ever be fine?
is what insatiable is