An empty bottle of carlsberg, dusty and forgotten
remnants of the nights we spent together
dusty and forgotten
still very much alive
dusty and forgotten, but alive
we're not hipsters anymore
we're no longer subject to fashion trends
or naive parties celebrating naive things
the bottle a reminder
how old and boring
dusty and forgotten
yet still alive
team of parents kept the family going
we're not cool, we're not completely in love
but this love has run deeper than steamy kisses in the bathroom
or explosive anger towards each others' shortcomings
this love is old and boring
dusty and forgotten
but alive. alive and growing.
maybe one day our grandkids will know
marriage isn't a romantic-comedy
it's worth fighting for
bruce wills die hard
It's not completely blank that you'd get lost, nor is it filled with adjective it ran down your imagination battery. This blog serves as a space for my impromptu writing. Fiction. Most of the posts has nothing to do with each other-unless prompted. Enjoy.
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