like bread crumbs that float around in beer glasses
in yucky pubs.
you can try and try to clean out the glass,
but those words will not come out.
they'll still be there after a vigorous cleaning
and will float around in new beer.
and, like beer, the bread crumbs result in headaches.
they wrap themselves around the tear ducts and squeeze
until there is nothing left.
until you realise that there is nothing left.
and then new alcohol finds a way into the ducts and out of your face.
and even when you walk right into that yucky pub,
and you replace that beer with shots of anything
until nothing works anymore,
those bread crumbs still find a way to stay inside that dirty glass which is your head.
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Deep and meaningful. But you know for many , thinking of those crumbs is less important than thinking of the beer they are drinking. They know the crumbs are there but they still drinks it , why? because nothing comes perfect, trick to it is pay attention to the beer you drinking and enjoy it and let the crumbs be there is you can't remove them. If you do that the joy of good beer you had overcomes the annoying feeling of those crumbs. Take care
One more comment. I am looking at the photo of the flower you titled "wet". Isn't it amazing how the flower found its way to be that attractive and different amongst all those "usual" green grass? Isn't it so beautiful how it has blossemed so vividly that stands out for your photo to be taken from it. For sure there are "crumbs"for that flower too but it did it. And because of that you noticed the drops of water and moist on it, because it was different than other green plants, It overcomes the crumbs on it's path and achieved what it supposed to achieve. Maybe it doesn't make sense but we all share the same story.
Your posts always make me feel; I don't normally feel much. Of course, I don't know you, hell, I don't even know your last name, and you don't know me, but if it's any consolation, I hope your life gets a good dose of happy soon. Know I genuinely think you're a wonderful person, only lovely thoughts come to mind when I think of you. :3
ugh i love metaphors, thats so cool
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