I don’t think it’ll ever forget that feeling, being pulled under, unable to breath. Perhaps my soul is more forgiving. But, my heart…no, my heart will always remember.
We hide ourselves behind tall walls and guarded hearts. We camouflage ourselves in apathy, sleep under blankets of secrets. We do everything we can to keep people out. Yet, somehow, the healers still find a way.
For many, liquor serves to open the lips and let secrets spill through. But, for some, it allows us the peace that comes with the quiet. And, then we listen to all the truths you spill.