I managed to party every day
of this long weekend.
Not proud of it.
Although there’s certain sense on satisfaction
in improving my social life to this level.
Perhaps you didn’t notice
but you saw me at the verge
of my worst.
Months went by
not in vane I assure you.
Still I’m lost.
Still asking all those questions
which don’t have an easy answer
or an answer at all.
But now I get drunk.
I dance, I laugh, I’m “out there.”
Out there and nowhere.
Anonym in pubs
in clubs
in conversations.
But social
and not alone.
Hardly ever at home.
And it feels good.

Now
I just have to work on my life priorities.
If any.