A glass of bitter red
Wine. Red wine.I just tried to get myself drunk on red, but the bitterness of the liquid just puts me off. It is a new bottle, but somehow, the taste always seems wrong when I am drinking at home. The wine I take outside always seems ok, even if it was just one randomly bought by a friend for a party.
So officially, I am now mildy sedated. My thoughts free from the shackles of life, my mind free from the drumming pressure of the undead.
Life has almost come to an end for me last week, but I managed to pick myself up. I gave it my best, doing what can be done this week, but alas, God must have forsaken me. Today, I hit the end of the road again. It is as if you followed the yellow brick road and stopped all of a sudden -- because one more step would plunge you down the cliff beyond where the road does not continue.
Is this what life is? An introduction to what you can possibly achieve, followed by a harsh extinction of hopes you hold dear, then a summary execution to summarize your pitiful failures?
Applause people, celebrate while you can... for this, is life.
posted by I speak with my voice at 11:28 PM
4 Comments:
Love your blog.. you echo my own angst in a lot of ways... nice to know there are like souls...ha ha...lost and lazy and indulging in red wine when need be. I find the red to be best had sitting outside with a clove cig... it allows the mind to ramble and stumble with reckless abandon.
cheers
But from the fact that you are still here, it just goes to show that "life goes on...". You know, when I read on papers or watch news about people dying, I wondered more than once who is the luckier one.
My Grandma used to say, 'I ain't got no time to worry 'bout dyin', sides, when your dead, you're dead a long time. If you ain't got nothin' better to do than nothin', then do plenty of nothin'. I'm an old man now and I've got so much to do, plus a lot of nothin' that I just can't bring myself down by worrying about inevitables...but then I've always been an optimist.
Forget the grape juice and have another beer..cheers.
But what happened when you keep doing nothing? You become a good for nothing, no?
Post a Comment
<< Home