Bliss!

Tired and exhausted I returned home, after spending my day at the Games Village. Unscrewed the cap off Fuel. I love the shape of the bottle. Sigh! Having vodka. Neat. Without anything to beat the sharpness or burn that courses down my throat. Takes me on a high instantly. So I can wipe away all my thoughts and worries and anxieties and think of the present. Live in the moment. Lighting a cigarette. Standing at the balcony and leisurely blowing rings of smoke into the cool night air. Solitude, as a bat whizzes past me. I remove my guitar from its case. The wood and the strings feel good in my hands after a long time. I strum a few bars of Dido's 'White Flag'. Feel pleased with myself because I haven't forgotten the chords yet. Sing the song loudly. There's no one at home to stop me. I sing 'Apologise'... on a high now...I let my voice soar...I love the lyrics. I'm hanging on your rope got me ten feet off the ground, I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound. I let everything crash within me as I drown in the lyrics. They sum up my present condition. I let myself crash. Another rendition of White Flag. And then I pass out. Guitar lying at a corner beside my bed. And I crash face down into my pillow. Nothingness. Vodka does help. More than beer.