Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Bittersweet Beverages

It seems everything begins and ends with alcohol these days. I get up in the morning, go to work, where there is no work, and leave after a sync with other people with hollow lives, and dilute myself in booze.

Not everyone who comes there is aimless and stateless. But everyone with nothing more important than time on their hands will surely be there at the earliest, and for the longest.

So we go there, to toast others' joys publicly and bemoan our sorrows privately, all the while sporting a smile or at least a grimace. And at times alcohol produces that transient honesty that lets out a drop of inner angst gnawing at us.

It is for this release that I worship that beauty called booze.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Who wrote this?

You look into my eyes
We look at each other
We laugh, talk about trivialities
We both know what's going on

You don't know what lies beneath
A rocky road trampled underfoot
Is it the same with you, I wonder?
I have a feeling it is so