whiskey + coffee

Insomnia is killing my friends.
Late nights, mind whirling and whiskey in the open bottle; we have an epidemic.

I never knew.

Crowdsourcing this one out, and it seems social media has it up close and personal.
They are spilling their insides, and I thought I wanted to know, but do we ever fully understand someone?

We can lie next to each other. I'll be curled up on my side, you on your belly, but will I ever know what you are thinking?

I could say, "a penny for your thoughts," even though I don't pick up found pennies,
and you could say something splendid or rather quite dull, but it's not the whole.

What makes connection?

I'm figuring it out clearly that there is more to us than we can even expose, so what are you hiding?

I find I'm attracted to destructive behaviors, no no, I'm attracted to men who are attracted to destructive behaviors, they are attracted to me since, well,

I'm so different.

I saw in that blurry text last night you said I was rare.
Then a bunch of  childish emojis.

I stalked your twitter, all I found was capri-sun, oreos and dino-nuggets.

It all makes sense but it's terribly unnerving.

Coffee and whiskey is keeping this country alive,
and it's killing my friends.

4:30am and I am asleep, but all over the world, I have connections with men who are awake, wide-eyed and mind consumed.

Is it all of them or is something terribly wrong?

The wording is contrite, since it's so conceptually unclear.

I'm deeply concerned yet I still want to hold your body close to mine to see if they can learn to breath in sync.

Cravings are just cravings anyways, then the anticipated bitterness that arrives after the storm.