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SENSES /\kristian enriquez
Seeing the band i really admire. hearing their melodies. sniffing burnt nicotines from almost everyone. taste of booze in my hand. and the cold glass in this steamy summer night... life is perfect.
Realizing the freedom i just had. no more mom and dad and excuses everytime i leave late at night. satable job. half-invested house and lot. old school car... life is perfect.
Watching the band, preparing for their last piece. the room is in mute. sniffing again clear air for everyone's flip tops are crumpled, like mine. drinking my last glass of drifted liquor from 4+1 to none... life is a boredom.
Missing the love i threw, her especially. once a face more delightful to see. one who told me the words i love you, three words enough to refrain my self to hear other melodies. one who refrained me to smoke, instead to smell scents of her perfume. one who gave me kisses, and taste whatever she has on those lips. and one who held my hands with warmth, not this stiff cold glass... life is full of regrets.
please don't let the last piece be slow and lonely. because life, is already a melancholy.