I’m drunk again.
This how I skol my worries;
Vision of many colors like indigo.
Black, blue, red, purple and black are all I visualized.
Pardon me, I see black twice more than any color in this highness.
I’m drunk again, now more than before.
I ladder cloud nine now,
Clouds that smile beyond all worries and troubles in the universe.
Though they hunted me in the aftermath,
But I find solace through this killing habit.
I’m drunk again, now beyond stupor.
My zigzag steps laugh at my foot,
My path is deeper than the sea now.
My brain betrayed me in this moment of highness.
Alas, a pothole welcomed my wrenched self with a wide, open arm.