littlewish

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That Night.

July 8, 2020

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The night smells of ordinary life,
of youth and alcohol and one night
love.  Of nights spent boiling
cold in run down backyards as you pass
a half empty wine bottle.  Everyone wearing
everyone else’s jumpers.  With the
arm of a boy around you.
You can’t remember his name.
 
The night smells of intimacy,
an intimacy outside ourselves,
of plain existence within a universe
where the odds weren’t in our favour:
 
the night smells of an intoxicant,
where great heights were gained grounded and
your potential insignificance actualised,
turning perspective thoughts to reality.
 
Apparently alcohol is a drug.

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3 Comments
  • Wicked!

    Really gorgeous piece!


    4 months ago
  • rainandsonder

    i love this?? "The night smells of intimacy,/an intimacy outside ourselves,/of plain existence within a universe/where the odds weren’t in our favour"


    4 months ago
  • outoftheblue

    um this is STUNNINGGG
    (welcome to wtw btw!)


    5 months ago