I wanted to feel dizzy again,
with the input of experiences leading to ambivalences in emotions I let in

I remember you,

I think

at least I try to remind myself after I drink

I’m not sunk yet, but I sink
admiring the one who drowns themself in ink
as I stare curiously without blinks

I spend so much time thinking about the right questions to ask,

you were here a short forever and gone so fast
memories from a flask, do you also, in bourbon bask?