A party of one

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.