Feelings are most vulnerable and bare when intoxicated.
And honest words come tumbling out with whiskey breath.
No second guesses are needed when the heart already knows what has to be said.
And the mind is no longer in control to hide and mask.
The voice translates the thoughts so naturally, like how blood flows within veins.
Slurred, slow and stripped down.
It is funny how some of us need alcohol to tell the truth, only to go back to pretense and lies the very next day.
And forget the beauty of the truth and the genuine.
And not everyone that wears hearts on sleeves are weak and go unloved.
And that vulnerability can be a strength as long as you believe it to be.