I'm Drinking Stars
Firecracker pleasantries stream down around me, followed by scattered shouts of exclamation. Sparkling daydreams and the perfect movie ending; raining down around me in a million whispered wishes. "I love you." "I need you more now than ever." "I think I'd miss you even if we'd never met." Friends and frivolities come alive in all directions. A thousand premeditated conversations, midnight confessions, and pointless 'resolutions'. Happy, yes. New, yes. Year, yes. Dear, dear. How we lose track of time?
The only people I wish I could say things to are too far away. Away from unanswered phone calls and petty words in light of this new chance. A new chance, I say! Numbly submitted to another toast; another promise; holding our glasses up and holding each other so tightly. Yes, we are scared. Yes, we are completely alone in the dark and calling out for some company. We are lost without any particular destination. Yes, we are afraid.
Well, what do you want me to say? Piece together some retrospective of the time we take for granted until the last fleeting minutes of another digit off the calendar? Well here, a gift then: Hurt, Zoloft, Jack Daniel's, writing sentences that end with question marks, genius demise, writing a new map, ...her..., day one two three every day the same, routine and scheduled reasoning, music from another room, Rachel, playground rivalry, the Man in Black, losing more than breath, endless Friday nights, pulp, "LOVE" from the top of the world, screaming to the silence, sense, fireworks oh fireworks, godspeed, discord, a Velvet Underground reference, and another night bespeckled with Fabry's vinyl collection, hello agains, and a crystal ball controlled by the countless hopefuls and their chants of '10...9...8...7...'.
I'm sure these all have proper residence beside my sly smile and nostalgia. Running a movie reel without sound; frame-by-frame plays of things come and gone. All fun and games; I enjoyed every second of it, let me tell you. A second passing on a huge clock somewhere - all over the world, chaos is abound with loving tendencies and playful persuasiveness, but have things really changed? Are all the cries of 'NEW YEAR' and 'HAPPY' a morbid joke? Is it a reminder that there is no way out of this hopscotch? Yes, routine and daily aging awaits you. Yes, the same loves and hates are still a phone call away. Yes, this is the first day of the rest of your life.
The sparklers will slowly die and the remnants of a nation shall retreat to the shadows of 4:00 AM. Fives will change to sixes, cars will lie dead with drunk feet, and a magnificent memorial to another year gone will be left in a war zone of cold receipts and fading laughter. A monument...fading, fading. So shine the stars to welcome the sunrise?
11:59. This is the first day of the rest of your life. Just breathe. Stop.
The only people I wish I could say things to are too far away. Away from unanswered phone calls and petty words in light of this new chance. A new chance, I say! Numbly submitted to another toast; another promise; holding our glasses up and holding each other so tightly. Yes, we are scared. Yes, we are completely alone in the dark and calling out for some company. We are lost without any particular destination. Yes, we are afraid.
Well, what do you want me to say? Piece together some retrospective of the time we take for granted until the last fleeting minutes of another digit off the calendar? Well here, a gift then: Hurt, Zoloft, Jack Daniel's, writing sentences that end with question marks, genius demise, writing a new map, ...her..., day one two three every day the same, routine and scheduled reasoning, music from another room, Rachel, playground rivalry, the Man in Black, losing more than breath, endless Friday nights, pulp, "LOVE" from the top of the world, screaming to the silence, sense, fireworks oh fireworks, godspeed, discord, a Velvet Underground reference, and another night bespeckled with Fabry's vinyl collection, hello agains, and a crystal ball controlled by the countless hopefuls and their chants of '10...9...8...7...'.
I'm sure these all have proper residence beside my sly smile and nostalgia. Running a movie reel without sound; frame-by-frame plays of things come and gone. All fun and games; I enjoyed every second of it, let me tell you. A second passing on a huge clock somewhere - all over the world, chaos is abound with loving tendencies and playful persuasiveness, but have things really changed? Are all the cries of 'NEW YEAR' and 'HAPPY' a morbid joke? Is it a reminder that there is no way out of this hopscotch? Yes, routine and daily aging awaits you. Yes, the same loves and hates are still a phone call away. Yes, this is the first day of the rest of your life.
"...and so I laughed until it didn't hurt."
The sparklers will slowly die and the remnants of a nation shall retreat to the shadows of 4:00 AM. Fives will change to sixes, cars will lie dead with drunk feet, and a magnificent memorial to another year gone will be left in a war zone of cold receipts and fading laughter. A monument...fading, fading. So shine the stars to welcome the sunrise?
11:59. This is the first day of the rest of your life. Just breathe. Stop.
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