Through Whiskey Colored Glasses

She said 'Let's go sit on the roof and watch the clouds go by' and I thought... and never come down. I'll continue to search for answers and words but how do you describe a feeling that hammers you in the chest and splits your atoms into a million unrecognizable bits... when she kisses me. I couldn't find the angel on my other shoulder. I did however find my devil. Turns out he is half into a bottle of bourbon and I don't like the look on his face. If you have ever wondered what goes through the mind of men as they wrestle with their own doubts of self-love sexuality and ego then sit back relax grab yourself something drink and perhaps a pack of tissues.