Sometimes I
like to lock myself up with a bunch of beers and lots of music. What I like to
do next is to believe I own the world and that my voice can play all the
instruments. When I am up to the fourth bottle I feel lighter than ever, every
time is different but it feels quite the same in general. I am the most
spectacular being on earth and my words are the only truth. And there is nobody
on earth except for myself that can share that moment with me. My personality
acquires multiple faces and attitudes, I am everything.
But there
is always the fall, the moment in which I realize I am all by myself and I start
to feel rather small. Then I vanish and hope the night won’t last long enough
for me to suffer from it.
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