What's here to think about, everything was so much simpler when we were young, we were getting drunk, massively drunk, and use music as a catalyst, the one with the weakest complexion was succumbing first to the rave, bringing all the others in his wake, plainly one purpose : get drunk... and whatever, but we had that link, we were all boys with a passion for rock music, now we are boring adults, dreadful to be the pinpoint of gossips for the next day, so reserved, leering at each others, suspicious, what is to say, is simplicity lost forever, we don't know each others, let alcohol do the talking, if you want to gather unfamiliar people you have to help them to drop their stiffness and fake playfulness, i loathe that taste, when we are all victims in sight, keeping our distance and never saying what we really think, i'm still drunk, i wanted to use the trick of alcohol, but that doesn't work alone, without a link, i wanted to go in the center of the room and shout "damn, people get moving", tool - parabola, that's my sound, follow me, that easiness is lost in an adult atmosphere, so it's pointless to reunite strangers, they are locked in their ideas, those type of gathering aren't for me, anymore, cigarettes make me want to puke, and alcohol only gives me a hangover.
I felt grieved for my brother, he didn't want of that solemn annoyance, i supported him this whole sunday, he put so much pressure on himself and concealed it to everyone, he took the responsibility of people's fun, he's a sensitive guy, like me, i'm sure.
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