Inspiration: Past

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"Without the stars id have no humanity. Id always be lost in the dark relm of insaity. Testing the waters of purity and calamity. Instead of understanding humanities casualties. Brushing aside our divide to each other and earth. Spewing the same lies we've heard em since birth.

Without the clouds id be lost in an endless vapour of the past. Drinking my last

Vodka

Whisky

Rum

Tequila

Its happened so many times no one has seen em. What thethers me to reality is very veil thin. Deeper than skin. Moves me from within. At some point or another right?

Hope is what ties me to reality.

Tethered me physically wrapped me around tightly

Trying to save my windpipe from the never-ending thoughts from choking me.

Gasping we find everlasing peace in breathing pure air. Clean from the touch of man.

We grasp it and watch it fall from our grasp.

Inspiration zoop, flying you to the moon.

Cliche I know. But mike didnt make hard lemonade to be enjoyed in the shade of a saturday. Because most of the time we dont get that sunny day but thats okay.

Because I did it my way.

After a few poor and sorry attempts at some quality word vomit, I have presented to you with something utterly worthy of the name. Shout out to Mikes Hard Lemonade for the much needed jolt on this most relaxing of days durring these stressful times. Until tomorrow my friends.