and now to caress the fine fabric of the mistress drunk

adorned with the the festive bliss of intoxication

ahhhh

yes.

Is it worth it to house so much emotions trapped inside the mind?

yes.

To feel the very words of a small vole putting me to test, to smell the snow, to see the anger as a woman grips a steering wheel; pulling to the side to express.

So to you God, you (censored) boss,

a glass raised to your success.