Saturday, December 16, 2006

Funny how your senses are most alive when you feel most dead. You see, hear, smell, taste and feel the things you've never really noticed before. Like the many wrinkles that have found their way to your Ma's face, the rain that smells just like it did when you were 6 and Eva Cassidy's Songbird, so beautiful it breaks your heart. The deluge at midday was a baptism, I let it soak every fibre of my being. It makes sense doesn't it, that if you want to experience the highest of high, you must first endure the unnerving troughs of the valley? It's just that, I can never seem to get there. It's like being on a swing, you take a deep breath, muster all the energy you have and pray that the momentary high, the split second you thought you could reach out and touch the skies is not an ignis fatuus, but something real, something possible.

I intend to get very drunk tonight at a party i didnt think i am ready for. What the hell. Sobriety is way too overrated. Hello Vodka, bye bye baka. There, i said it.