Lost in a crowd, my posturing and laughter hides the pain of loneliness that plagues, darkens and twist my soul into something I can no longer recognize. The voices pound and assault my senses; it takes all my strength not to explode and drive them all away as someone would a swarm of annoying flies or mosquitoes.
I take a sip from my half empty glass of wine, savoring the warmth of the elixir that will aid me in washing your memory away, if only for the night. I look around the room, searching for the woman who will be my queen of the moment. Her name is soon forgotten, as is the man I used to be. I have become someone I can longer recognize.
(Just a quick write. Just let my thoughts flow.)


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