Times are always different in situations, sometimes time holds me back; sometimes takes me towards a new direction. Back and forth, back and forth, well.. it’s a drama and the heart sometimes becomes a rebellion and turns into a wild mind just to bring the stability into life; looks for wilderness; where to go from here.. ?
blah, blah, Blah!!!
Liquor is a solution, he thinks.. sure! Get myself a couple of bottles of scotch; not for too long though, just to kill the rebellion and greenitize the wild wild wilderness; cool it down a little bit; not too much though.
It works, sure it does. She kills all the oppressions, hatred, anger; turns them into an emotional chaos; she melts it all, oh yes.. she does; she pours them all down on the cheeks right below my eyes.
She is a player!!! She takes me to the golden age, every little memories, drowns me into the ocean of imagination. It opens a new page erasing the bad memories, what I was, what I did, what I went through, sometimes even my existence. It’s like another person within myself and it surely doesn’t match my personality.
Memories, current situations all mix together and attack the brain cells; blood pressure rises up constantly; eyes turn into some reddish traffic light; she still pushes her limit to the end. Sometimes on, eyes are the first ones to feel the power of this exultation, exhaustion and weary. I feel the pain of my own eyes betraying me; make me collapse as I was some sort of iceberg or broken pole; fall into some endless sleep.
Is it the end? Does it ever end... Sigh!! Here I am in another kingdom, millions of dreams take place; it’s a long way; seems like it never ends. So many faces appear, so many voices, as they are all so familiar. Familiar? Everything familiar I know.. the eyes, mind, soul all betray in time go back the creator, get resurrected, ask for a fresh start. What’s the point of it? Do we ever get a chance for a fresh start?
The delusion ends at last, wake up in the morning with the smell of damn alcohol in my breath. Freshen up for the day; forget all the things that happened last night; try to bring some reality in this machinery life. Not bad mama, what do you expect? This is how it's supposed to be.
It works, sure it does. She kills all the oppressions, hatred, anger; turns them into an emotional chaos; she melts it all, oh yes.. she does; she pours them all down on the cheeks right below my eyes.
She is a player!!! She takes me to the golden age, every little memories, drowns me into the ocean of imagination. It opens a new page erasing the bad memories, what I was, what I did, what I went through, sometimes even my existence. It’s like another person within myself and it surely doesn’t match my personality.
Memories, current situations all mix together and attack the brain cells; blood pressure rises up constantly; eyes turn into some reddish traffic light; she still pushes her limit to the end. Sometimes on, eyes are the first ones to feel the power of this exultation, exhaustion and weary. I feel the pain of my own eyes betraying me; make me collapse as I was some sort of iceberg or broken pole; fall into some endless sleep.
Is it the end? Does it ever end... Sigh!! Here I am in another kingdom, millions of dreams take place; it’s a long way; seems like it never ends. So many faces appear, so many voices, as they are all so familiar. Familiar? Everything familiar I know.. the eyes, mind, soul all betray in time go back the creator, get resurrected, ask for a fresh start. What’s the point of it? Do we ever get a chance for a fresh start?
The delusion ends at last, wake up in the morning with the smell of damn alcohol in my breath. Freshen up for the day; forget all the things that happened last night; try to bring some reality in this machinery life. Not bad mama, what do you expect? This is how it's supposed to be.
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