6:53pm
A secret glance. A stolen brushing of hands amidst the chaos in the train.
Oversmoking. Lack of sleep. Haven't eaten since 10am.
7:38pm
Pioneer. 2012. Worth the wait. Suspended the consciousness.
10:18pm
Finally having lunch. Overeating after a week of fruits.
6 bottles of beer. 2 impromptu songs on the stage.
An indifferent crowd. Sincere smiles, insincere reasons.
Stories told, and jokes shared. Oblivion awaits.
12:58am
The night draws to a close.
Promises made to oneself despite lingering doubts.
The bill was wrong. I did not drink that much.
I deny it.
2:36am
Cavite. Home. Silence.
Sleep denied, sleep deprived.
Images floating, the mind refuses to concede.
The alcohol works like coffee. But that's just me.
4:47am
Sandman finally visits. And a new dawn breaks.
A smile peeks through closed eyes.

6 redmarks:
Wow. These comments are fierce and polemic. I was quite... surprised. What... passion.
Anyway.
Alcohol has the same effect on me, much to my dismay. I just feel my head throb and my skin itch, which makes it the more difficult to sleep.
You must have looked at your watch a billion times. Unlike you though, I frequently am oblivious with time, its passing. Which may or may not be good, depending on how you want to look at it. :)
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