Dec 10, 2008 01:32
To be drunk. It's
only an escape
from reality.
Which is hard, i know.
A beautiful, relaxing
holiday, along the beach
in a night club, nothing
but fun and freedom.
A fluid
illusion
gliding you
from one smothered
interaction to another.
a facade
freely floating
frivously
faking
fucking
fleeting
moments
of frenzy
A key
to another
world
Don't pretend
it's anything more.
(you're a whore)
whore of moments
you suck them all in
telling yourself
this moment
is
something (?)
i'm lost
The slob
no longer
makes sense.
When i dance:
I dance
like a lunatic.