Stoned
I started my crazy party life again about 4 weeks ago.
It was days and nights, constant parties.
I can't eat and I can't sleep, party seems to be a solution to me.
Haven't experienced this since I was 25.
Last night was classic-
I have to admit, I have never been this stoned before.
The whole evening, I feel I am the slowest person in the entire world.
"The apple is running..."
"My legs are fast but I am slow..."
I woke up at a strange environment,
I thought I was going to feel uncomfortable about it.
But, it turned out to be relaxing.
Thank you E for being a gentleman,
Took me in, gave me food, let me showered, and made me laughed.
Like I said, this process was tough. And you helped.
Finally, I am feeling hungry and tired today.
The stonest night, the slowest me.
posted by Ming at 11:07 pm
1 Comments:
bonjour,
"Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break". W. Shakespeare.
Just passing by... you sure do have a talent with words, even with a language that isn't yours, which is admirable. Maybe this is something you should try to explore more in depth; your gift or your talent, whatever you call it.
Take care. ;-)
Guillaume
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