constructive summer.

the winter of mixed drinks poured and cleaned up. through the overlooked broken glass that remains and the short cut alleyways we appraised on colder winter nights at sunrise, we walk and breaks through an underdog spring morning, our bodies warming to the understanding that it is backed by a summer inherent in the human mind that grants us all the power to be something bigger. to be somewhere, something with someone. we're going to build something new this summer while others piece things back together. together, we can be strong. as friends, we are blessed. our romance, endeavor and circumstance must surely burst and bloom. I recount our blessings, our treasures. To us, and friendship, I raise a glass. what was seemingly half mask, is now proud in full display. we sway all the way home, toxic and merry.