Why are the tears pressing on
but not falling,
yet their dry despair flows like rivers
drowning happiness and hopes.
When there was sunshine all around… 142 more words
“Hey Nick,” came the slurred words of Scott’s voice from the other line. “I’m a little bit drunk, do you think you could pick me up?” I could tell he was more than “a little bit drunk,” because it took me about a minute and a half to decipher what he had actually said. 2,411 more words