Holding onto a breath
Finding it hasn't been breathed yet
Searching for an idea of Harmony
Yet only finding chaos
The thumping of this lounge is ruining my soul
As if the music itself is stabbing me one moron at a time. I must find an exit. I must seek an escape I cannot stay I must go
Then the bitter herbs remind me of the complexity of life
Sweet and bitter make sour
Find the sour and you will see
One time before covid times me and Rebecca went out downtown to SAV to visit a few of our favorite local spots to have a few good drinks.. A lot of ppl don't know that Rebecca could hold her own when it came to drinking. She always seemed to enjoy a good drink but never had a problem with it taking over.. anyway. ....The Budweiser story.
So after visiting a few spots and enjoying our time together we decided to go down the steps to pour Larry's I believe.. They had this front bar which we sat at. So, as we sat Rebecca pops in and said . Let me get a Budweiser.. I'm thinking what...why.. it's so bad ( least favorite beer). I don't remember her ever drinking the king of beers.. so I said ok. And we got two. She then seems to enjoy it and told me "that's a good beer". We laughed and enjoyed our night and took a ride share home safely....
Every once in a while I would pick up a red can for her and say hey here you go that's a good beer..
Rebecca was able to be who she was most of the time. Be it drinking a Bud or going to a prayer retreat.. She was confident in who she was, take it our leave it. I tried my best to let her be who she wanted to be. She helped me become the man who I am and be confident with paddling my own canoe
It's been almost 2 years since she left me. I'm more and more the man who she helped me want to become and I love and honor her today as I drink a good beer ✌️🐸
