Every night I think about the short trip to the liquor store you make 2 blocks from our cottage In the quaint seaside town of Manipaue Italy Followed by a few hours of lonesome drinking I quietly step into your world And cover your pores seething with yesterday Today and the many days of poison liquids that consume all of you No more pleasure found only a way out of no way A road to your personal hell Until you wake again and start over This time will be the last you mumble I sit with you and pray for the same
Desta
“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta
"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ” Zora Neale Hurston