Forty-five days ago, I was delusional. I was broke, choked. I had no beer nor candy. The night was cold, my hands were empty. I traveled to Neptune, came back swimming. I was drowned in fart.
Thirty days ago, I got drunk while on some plane. I got home and snored ’till I snored no more. The smoke from the green mosquito coil entered my dirty nostrils, my uncle screams “My Way”. I ate tuna and fresh veggies and drank milk while looking at myself in the mirror. I realized how black the sky was when the rain poured as my back kissed the wet grass. I slept with my fat cat and that made me soulless. I thought of baking a cake while wanting to kill someone. I learned how to play “You’re Beautiful” on the guitar while longing to have sex.
Twenty-five days ago, I held my video camera. A case of beer is consumed, my stomach aches for the smell of fruit salad. I texted my high school classmate and I wasted my time. I went to a park, felt numb and the lights blinded my eager eyes. I was alone and wanting to poison the several pairs of lovebirds infront of me.
Twenty-four days ago, I suddenly broke down and saw my world turn gray. I slouched and forced to cry while thinking of old age ahead. I ate too much and choked with water. I deceived my friends and I never felt too cheesy.
Fifteen days ago, I almost gave up but thoughts consumed my mind. I never ran out of idea but I ran out of love. I couldn’t sing about love but it conquered my heart.
Ten days ago, I knew new friends and I was broke, choked. I had beer and candy. The night was cold, my hands were dirty. I traveled to Neptune, came back flying. I was drowned in muck.
Five days ago, I got drunk while sleeping. I watched my favorite movie for a thousandth time, I never felt more foolish. I got home, snored ’till I snored no more and the vampires couldn’t be as blissful. I felt alone and the voices were there to haunt me.
A day ago, I got dumbfounded in the middle of a heavy load. My eyes were glued on the idiot box but there were no more tuna nor fresh veggies nor milk while looking at myself in the mirror. I realized the moon could be so beautiful when the sky is black but there was no wet grass to kiss my back. I thought of sleeping with my fat cat and that made me soulless. I thought of baking a cake but I remembered I had no burner. I played “You’re Beautiful” on the guitar while having sex was the last thing in mind.
An hour ago, I wasn’t doing anything. I was delusional, broke, choked, foolish, ecstatic, nostalgic, sleeping, empty.