when they finally met
vodka swam in air
and friendship was
poured in
glass after
glass
he the regular
she was a newbie
and nothingness breathed in
with a feeling
of getting drowned
in music
and intoxication too
wrapped in the
blanket
of comfort zone
that grew cozier
everyday
when their
inhibitions
went on a brief
holiday
words flew
or maybe not
when stillness
felt like a warm
embrace
hours slipped by
in a matter of
minutes
and they wished
the night would stop by
with an unending
supply
of alchohol and music
and nothingness to
breathe in
and breathe out
because what else
would they call?
heaven
if it was not this !
