Liliana Haven Warner’s Point of View
Messy Thoughts
Veronica and I went out on our own to a club last night. While the light changed colors, I started moving around as the Jack Daniels was being poured into my glass. I raised my hands over my head and sipped it gently as the light continued to change colors.
"Whoa, slow down!" Veronica expressed a grimace of surprise.
I had no idea why I did it, but I rolled my eyes. The flavor may be unpleasant, but the one I identified was a sense of betrayal coupled with lies that I couldn't verify or accept. This was the one I recognized.
Even if they are a little fuzzy, the hues yellow, violet, red, and blue are the ones that I can make out. Without giving it much thought, Veronica and I walked inside the first dive bar that we came across. Some
