People smoked mania
and drank liquid madness. Some wanted to forget while others fed the despair
that they felt. There were those who mimicked the symptoms of happiness, hoping
that the real deal will follow. He saw the futility of it all. He just wanted to
go home. Then he saw her. She was indulging madness with another. Suddenly
reality wasn't what it was cracked up to be. And insanity washed away his
apathy in one giant wave of emotion. He was now stranded on an island
surrounded by an ocean of alcohol. He made the stupid decision to drink until
he found land, until he found home.
Memories flooded him. He was happy that he was drowning. The
sound of her voice filled his lungs. The sweetness of her lips enveloped him. The
words that won’t come out muffled his hearing. The “what ifs” that only exist
in the shadow of his mind squeezed the entirety of his body. His consciousness floated
in his false perceptions of her. Is he dreaming about her? Or was he just a
figment of her imagination? Was he just the whims and wishes of a goddess given
fleshy material form?
Either way, he was drowning in her. Yet he was still
thirsty.
He woke up because his throat was parched. His bloodshot
eyes witnessed the aftermath of insanity; the misery of learni
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| "When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche |
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