Is it true?
The solitude of your table reminds you that time has passed
and that with it, it took away your reasons..
Your smile has become a blurry smirk
and your ideas seem to have no target, no purpose
The night caresses your existence
and a single tear is the witness to that moment..
your whole perception of reality is nothing but a story you've heard before..
so many times, but never changing shape..
by so many people, yet no one adds their own share ..
Your glass tumbles down in a red cascade of despair
and you feel the sudden panic of not belonging anymore
To anyone.. Or anywhere..
So.. what then ?
I'll drink to you.. Dear loneliness, and to your dark shadow, the one that embraces with its cold hand, and grips firmly until there's no air ..