Wine and Words

There are better friends than wine or words. (Although they sometimes suffice.) You drink your vice and I'll write mine. But at the end of the night, The walls we build only grow stronger, as Time--- the subtle thief that you are--- borrows hours of our life we'll never find. In the name of freedom, and through clenched jaw we hold to independence. And yet, as we proudly shout these words, they morph into larger-than-life characters we now crouch behind. Love is not an imposition and friendship is not just a minor inconvenience to the other party. Now whiskey... whiskey is the lonely man's liquor we all must drink at times, But wine--- wine is meant to be shared, as are these words. Because without lips to pass through, both wine and words lack the luster for which they were intended. So yes, drink your wine and whiskey combined and I'll write my words in between these cold covers.