Soft drinks and mixed feelings. I don't understand what I think. My mind spins and I cant control it. On normal terms I wouldn't think this way. It is moments like this, feelings like this that make me know my future. I can see what I will become. Attracted prematurely to the lovely rich colors in those bottles. Its not the taste but the feeling. The smell and aroma of what those and others like it do to me, what they make me feel. It is as though only with that help can I actually be myself.
Anyway, tonight there was great laughter, music played by a man who lived for it, and wonderful company that I could not trade for anything else. I wish I could have stayed longer.
Now I am home- alone and feeling everything wearing off. Sleep offers a great alternative.
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