Drunk on Literature

Drunk on Literature

Words unfurl and tiptoe into my head;

I take a sip of whisky.

They sweep and clear my troubles away;

Cherry wine slips down my throat.

The letters storm and spark a fire inside of me;

I can feel beer swirling in my veins.

The story bursts in colour, festive;

The champagne lifts me higher and higher.

The first page brings a feeling of freshness;

I take my first sharp gulp of cider.

The first chapter brings a pleasant and nutty taste;

A glass of sherry sits beside me.

The ending words leave behind a spicy yet sweet feeling,

I down a bottle of ginger ale.

Holding the book in my lap, I feel lightheaded and sluggish,

I have another mouthful of rum.

I reckon that a book can be as good as

Any alcoholic beverage.

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About everburningcinders

So so...where to start? Well, for starters, I can say that I'm one of those kinds of people that don't care about their hair, or desperately need another pair of shoes. In fact, if you see me, you wouldn't notice me at all. I'm just the shadow, sticking to the walls, head buried in a book or eyes glazed over in a daydream. I want to be listened to and I want to be appreciated. My moral in life: Life is life. Believe in it and suck it up. I look forward to meetin' ya all!
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