tripping
strange. you hear the noise, the incessant chattering, the occasional burst of laughter. touch, tap hug, arm round the shoulder piece .. but yet, somehow you feel you are disengaged from it all.
i'm intruding, your mind tells you, and urges you to either to vacate the place, or pretend you are at a masquerade. alcohol then acts as your soul mate, the social lubricant that trips you into this world. makes you accessible, but is that what you really want ?
social labels are tricky little things, those uglies stick the hardest, and the nice ones are like moths that descend subtly, easily frightened away.
i'm intruding, your mind tells you, and urges you to either to vacate the place, or pretend you are at a masquerade. alcohol then acts as your soul mate, the social lubricant that trips you into this world. makes you accessible, but is that what you really want ?
social labels are tricky little things, those uglies stick the hardest, and the nice ones are like moths that descend subtly, easily frightened away.