being drunk

Stumbling through the night,Â
a haze of neon lights.
Liquid courage in my veins,Â
chasing fleeting highs.
Words slur,Â
thoughts blur,Â
the world spins around,
in this drunken dance.Â
I’m lost,Â
yet somehow found.
Laughter echoes loud,Â
but shadows creep inside.
A mask of joy I wear,Â
while pain I try to hide.
Glass after glass,Â
the memories start to fade.
In this liquid dream,Â
reality’s delayed.
But morning comes,Â
with a pounding in my head.
Regret and shame,Â
the things I left unsaid.
Being drunk,Â
a fleeting escape,Â
a temporary flight.

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This has to be the best description i’ve seen on “being drunk”. Cheers Thomas🍻🥂!