4 November 2012
There are always these dark drowsy drunken days that make you feel like the world out there is nothing but a lost barren wasteland. And the world inside you is nothing better either. And this constant dissonance within you itches your soul and you sink further down into that torn leather armchair, the only inanimate object you love more than that bottle of cheap wine you keep always at an arms length. But then it starts to rain. Not outside but inside you. And it gathers all the darkness and drunkenness and slowly washes it down and drains out. When you open your eyes, when you come back to your senses you realise that the rain inside you actually brought colour outside and you begin to see everything around you from another angle. And then you sink into your armchair again, this time with a smile on your face, devoid of the dissonance inside and outside you, at utter peace and harmony. Until next time.
Drunkenness • Opuss № I