Drunk texts are precious.
In that state of intoxication,
there’s only specific person you want to speak with.
In the illusion of pure euphoria,
it’s just vulnerability and an open heart.
Walls fall and the conscious retires.
The heart speaks.
The brain pauses.
That’s rare; that’s precious.
— Lisa T., Drunk
Drunk Lisa has gotten 100x better. No more drunk texts, drunk calls or drunk pictures. Maybe an occasional texts once in a while. Maybe drunk Lisa stopped learning to be too vulnerable. I wonder if that’s a good or bad thing.