He doesn’t let me think straight; he doesn’t let me think at all.
Alcohol is a woman.
She lets me be courageous.
She is loose and free like me.
She lets me be what I want.
But sometimes I’m just not sure what to think.
Because sometimes he makes me cry because I don’t feel good enough,
But she makes me smile because she helps me see the beauty in all the lights.
But sometimes he makes me feel wanted, desired, and powerful.
While she makes me feel embarrassed when I opened my legs for those
I promised
I wouldn’t.
Celeste Colmenares is from Southern California and is currently and temporarily uprooting life in Northern California. Celeste has always enjoyed nature and the city, taking things from both of these different environments and channeling them into her spirit and art. She uses solace to make sense, or at the very least, art with the chaos of her life.