bottles of wine litter my mind
drowning thoughts
letting others float
like boats without a captain
boats aiming for home
with no regard for the currents
just hoping
for warmth in their future
little boats filled with little lights
brimming with ideas
floating the endless sea
behind my eyes
hoping to make contact
to make an impact
it's why my eyes
glitter after a few bottles
and why
i'm so interested in talking with you
when otherwise
i don't give a shit
