If life's all about a couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins, I would be dead and pissed drunk by now.. People always assume that the place they are at will never be as good as where they aren't..
Utopia came alive months back. Every senses were heightened and the gloomy days seems to brighten up.. Butterflies were free to roam and exploration was its best. Music seems to sound melodious instead of melancholic .. Aroma reigns while the stale stench of stagnant, suffocating air clears from the soul it claims..
There are people who spend their lives looking for their "utopia" while I found THE REASON to write about my belief in utopia. The reason was simple at the very start but it started getting complicated, like many things in our lives..
A couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins.
Days passed with emotional baggages, mine and others, at the back of my head.. Sharing THE REASON with another person is a hefty sum to pay.. The paranoia.. the pain.. the uncertainty.. the insecurity.. Crushing my dreams to redeem and to leap from my soul, killing the freedom to believe..
A couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins.
Seeing THE REASON with the other person and been told that THE REASON gave up the perfect plan for me.. My world swirled. I wish it was simple. I took too much aspirins and the dreadful sight of my butterflies lying on the ground, grasping for air.. A nightmare..
A couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins.
The union of THE REASON and me created "the concept". I wish it stayed but self-struggle brought about its death.. comforting myself that "the concept" might come again to us, at a time, when it will be welcomed with joy and open arms..
A couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins.
No closure to begin.. The painful truth.. To accept or to leave and wait for the day to come.. A painful decision.. Obligations..
A couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins.
The demons have instigated and started a violent war.. The hairline cracks and the war-torn injuries behold the truth.. The pain persist. I have lost myself, yet again..
A couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins.
Protecting THE REASON with rose-tinted glasses to view the world and the situations was the silliest idea ever.. THE REASON stomped on the rose-tinted glasses.. It's the glare of the cold hard truth that THE REASON seeks but not ones that come with rose-tinted glasses.. Been told i'm a selfish, self-centred, lying bitch and looking at the broken rose-tinted glasses.. I wonder why is protecting the interest of the person you care most, ever so wrong..
A couple of vodka and a couple of aspirins.
Broken dreams.. dead butterflies.. Fading utopia.. I wish it was simple but we gave up easily..
More vodka and more asprins.. Please.............