The book of Perceptions

Day 13

A drink in her hand

A joint in his

Life's reality hitting them

Bliss

They crave to forget

The beg to get rid of past and future pains

She sways her hips to the rhythms of her heart

Well the drunk part

All logic gone and she can't see that even though the few minutes of forgetting are around

The next morning will appear
And SHE will have to face the horrors of the previous night

Where alcohol was her director and she was a pawn

Tears falling from her eyes carry this heavy load

Regret definatly there

Yet she goes to the next party tonight

In a dress skin tight...

He with the joint

So high that we can't reach

His arms and legs no longer obeying him

Falling over he laughs his way through life people laughing with him

Until he passes out on the lawn

He wakes up an hour before dawn next to a body he's not familiar with

She's staring at the sky , watching the moon settle down

She cries wishing she could be up there with the stars , becoming a constilation of issues that someone might understand.

He pulled her close , he feels the dew on the grass wetting his clothes

She cries wishing she could be able to control her own life...