another party probably the last. at least i felt alive. as we smoked in the back she played a song and thinking about this summer, its been lovely in its own way, but i started to remember last summer too. less pain, only a kind of melancholy. its gone and soon this will be too nothing like it ever again. never again. its hard to deal with everything moment to moment then suddenly its all over.
i think i would not mind if i could feel drunk all the time spinning and beautiful
i think i cannot accept reality
dear, it's only how a sane person can see the world. with its pearls of misery the one kind way of dealing with it is being drunk or inebriate with substances or with your very own militant soul. never accept the already faulty reality, create your own, please
ReplyDeletei will, always. thank you
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