mildlytipsyimmenslyhappy

Sometimes, I steal liquor from my parents cabinet.
vodka. whiskey. rum. 
it doesn't matter, really. 
Not as long as the alcohol does what it does
i.e. give me a break from myself.
the intoxication is an excuse.
let go. unwind. loosen up. 
I blare music through the speakers.
Turn the volume up,
loud,
louder. 
jazz. rock. blues. 
I mouth the words, at first. 
But as the djinns gently lead me to madness,
I scream them out. 
joy. euphoria. happiness. 
The spirits take control of my legs, 
drawing me into a wild tango with the wind.
whirl. twirl. spin. 
I wonder why.
Why i need to be so out of my senses to make sense of it all?
Sometimes, I steal liquor from my parents cabinet.
thrill. adrenaline. titillation.
sometimes, 
well, sometimes I embrace my nonchalance.
Forcing the gears of my mind to a standstill.
Taking shots of happiness, undiluted. 
Ignoring the impossibility of it all. 
invincible. invulnerable. indestructible. indestructible.

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