Tonight, I've finally managed to resurrect my craving for writing. I'd always wanted to do so but the time didn't allow such (well, actually, my social networks, torrent-ed movies and PC games just got too demanding).
Or maybe, time did permit such.
Below is a "supposed" post "supposedly" published approximately a week ago. I was just a sissy then for not having it published and keeping it in the drafts folder because I feared that it was too "alcoholic" and "wasted" for one's taste. I was too drunk -- and undeniably beyond the safe perimeter of my lucid interval -- that I even entitled it "I am drunk and I don't care."
Yes, Virginia, I do drink and once in a while, I do that thing people call "insanity." I've got organs, too, you know. (Sometimes though, I wish they were made of stone or of dead material. Haha.)
Anyhow, for laughs, here's that post (pardon the language, the bitter gourd-feel and the disorganization):
For quite sometime, I've been posting entries in the form of poems. I don't even know if you can call them such. I have no "learned" education when it comes to poem composition, anyhow; all I know is I have been publishing my thoughts in such form because they should be firstly understood differently. After all, poems -- again, if you can call them such -- are to be comprehended always in different lights. Further, I like it better if people don't get an idea by just merely reading it but, by grasping it -- tightly.
Well, enough about that. Oh yes, the title. Again, my entries usually are titled vaguely. I like them that way -- again. Unfortunately, I am not in my proper state of mind at this very moment so, I might as well be more transparent; be more honest; be more direct; and be more erroneous. So, pardon me if I may be a little -- or very -- disorganized. I just don't want to sleep yet. I want to savor the beauty that is the misery of intoxication. (Quite scary, I know.)
I'm aware that I'd be laughing the very moment I regain my sanity later -- or ironically, I'd take pride in this foolishness. People are too dishonest nowadays, anyway; thus, it is worthier to shed a little truthfulness -- and embarrassment -- once in a rare while.
My best friend is leaving soon. In fact, she's at the airport now. She'll be gone in a month. Thereafter, she'll be somewhere else farther and she'll be missing longer. Friends have already gone ahead of her, in search of places far richer and far greener than this place whose leaders -- mostly, at least -- don't give a piece of damn about their desperate co-citizens.
x x x
Oh well. That's that. Frankly, I also don't quite understand it that well (I am presuming the reader doesn't either). It's too full of ideas -- or plain rants. Apparently, it's also unfinished.
Too bad, I'm not drunk now.
