They said that drunk people always tell the truth, but I think most of the time, they're just telling the stories behind their smiles, their pain, their regrets, and their deepest secrets.
After meeting you, you always make me yellow and not blue, but that's just not it. You also gave me rainbows, those colorful hues. Everyday became calm and peaceful after that. It seems my worries vanish as the breeze takes them to the shore, and the monsters in my head, have somewhat cut their tongues off and gone mute.
And, on drunk days like this, I always find myself, crying in your arms, begging you to stay, to never let go. Perhaps, this is my drunken truth, that I became too dependable on you; but I like how things became this way, because it is you.
And every drunk day like this, you always answer me with this phrase, "I won't. I won't go anywhere without you."
