I've lost inspiration for words
mainly because most of my words came out for all the sad reasons and
never would I thought that these reasons will never be a part of me someday.
Unknowingly, you became my inspiration;
like a rare summer rain,
the usual sunrise in the morning,
and that bottle of whiskey on a Friday night which I can never have enough,
all at the same time.
If nothing feels more magical than
the way all these come together,
I wish we could be nothing.