drink, to forget,
the smooth taste of alcohol washes down
my throat, it burns.
i am on fire, but i want to put it out
so i take another gulp.
it's hard to forget those words.
it's hard to forget that smile.
but i want to forget. don't i? the throb in my heart, painful and real and ever close.
what the hell. why aren't i numbing up - i feel myself sinking into the sadness of something which should belong in the past.
then the colours come alive, so bright beautiful and vivid. everyone's so cheerful and their jokes are so funny, i can't help but laugh in spite of myself. i'm happy, after so long, I M FREAKING HAPPY.
my head starts to spin. my head hurts too. i want to sleep.
so i do. but not before my stomach heaves and i let out what i was holding in. did i cry? i must have laughed a lot, and the warmth i felt at first became an almost unbearable heat.
when the morning comes, mouth worn and dry - throat parched. i wake. i realise that the dull ache remains. and i wonder that i never learn. one more night in the limbo between dead dreams and live nightmares.
2 comments:
If you shift your focus from yourself to others, and think more about others' well being and welfare, it has an immediate liberating effect.
hi smith, thank you for dropping by.
because in the end, it really isn't all about ourselves now, is it? and knowing that truth sets us free.
it's hard to remember, but i know how blessed i am, and whatever has happened has done so for a reason.
hope to see you round here again! :)
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