Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Party
1:24 AM
A haze. Smoke coils, shifting silhouettes, everyone an outline. Drifting through an atmosphere of spirits, high and alcoholic. Music so loud you can only hear its heartbeat, in time with your feet. Bright lights, harsh sounds; no definition. Staggering towards, embracing, tossing aside, your oblivion. Maybe after another drink. Watch that patch; a reminder of those that didn't make it. Mingle, pretend to hear whatever's said by whoever's aimed at you. And above all, maintain the illusion you're sober.