Confessions of Merlot Cradling the moistened glass Soothing… numbing. Intensity building up in deadly silence Lifting… tasting. Drowning one’s soul with chilled heaven Savoring… quenching. Euphoria! The world then hazily dances by Spinning… intoxicating. A quiet stillness envelopes all noise Oblivion…
Yeah, that's pretty much it, haha. Just don't overdo it, wine hangovers are the worst in the world, let me tell you
