Who want it?

You ever talk to someone just to hear yourself. To dissect your cry for help. Is it genius, or does the wine make you bitter, like gin burning affection, altering intuition so you chase bad decisions.

The fun you won’t vision.

My dream life.

I only need someone to enjoy my limits and hold me as I surpass them. It’s more than we can handle. Is loves hold strong enough to beat tough times seducing us to fuck it all up?