Vodka and Pasta…

Pulling the charred earth inward
I reminisce about feeling
Sipping on the forgetful elixir
Trying to recreate it in my mind

Am I in his bones?
Does he feel me across his skin?
Would he go blank when he catches my scent?
What is he thinking?

Questions with infinite answers
Endless angles
Countless meanings
A race with no finish line

A path I gladly walk
Why worry about the end
When I can live in love and forever…

I know the answers, but still sometimes we cant stop our wandering thoughts

Keep Reading 🙂 🙂
Love ❤ ❤ 


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