I have given you the days
between the everyday-life
to douse in these spirits
and set alight -
because that, my friend,
is what we do.
We erase the memories
and the cut-throat gestures
in the red sea and murky water,
knowing that there are others
losing the pain in the same way,
because we are all human
and we all bleed
red,
and then return to who we were before,
pretending reality never existed.
Author notes
This weekend...
I couldn't go home. I spent the night sleeping on my friend's floor instead. When he picked me up from work we walked over to a restaurant where his boyfriend works. We ordered a glass of wine each (no, I don't drink, but that red wine was good) and a desert. I begged for the left-overs from the next table because we didn't have food for the next day. We went jogging, waving at people in the restaurants as we did. We stayed up talking. I worked for 11 hours. I got a lift home from a colleague who is old enough to be my mother (and then some) who seems to care.
And now I'm home.
It's about how it all links together, in some way;
part of the reason I didn't go home was because of wine (rose to be exact!)
a colleague at work had a hangover and I watched him suffer, get over it, and repeat (about seven times!)
I chose to drink alcohol for the first time
I had beer packs fall on top of me during work
It all makes sense.
Comments
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hey darling, what a read this one is! Wow!!! sounds like one heck of a weekend... hope you are doing better now.
love ya
Mom
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This is a beautiful piece. The story makes it all the more interesting. Its full of great insite and precise feelings in that of an alchoholic. Well done!!
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lol, it's not really about an alcoholic, but I can see how it can be interpreted as that. Thanks for the comment!
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Interesting weekend.... Sorry, I will reply.
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