posted on Apr, 30 2016 @ 08:58 PM
The bitter taste of beer, the rancid stench of it all, as I wiped my mind clear of memories, loves and sorrows; and danced with myself in the rain. No
one could know how wondrous to delve into this state, of not knowing or feeling anything at all.
The bitter taste of beer, heaven in a bottle, dreaming dreams no sane man could dream of, so I felt all the more better. I figured these words as a
song in my head, listening to a raspy voice of cigarettes as coffee steamed somewhere, 6 AM somewhere in the world, but here. Here 6 PM.
The rain settled down into a mist, as I danced with myself and nobody else. I missed for no one and called to none else, except those who could hear
the clang of the bottle and the steps that I stepped.
I danced and I spun till I fell down, singing this song and dancing this dance all the way in the rain, and my love, aye, she stared down at me,
dancing down there all wet in the rain, drinking this bottle and yelling a cheer, why she stared down at me as I stared through this bitter tasting of