Words of a drunk guy (drunk dimanche 30 novembre 2014)

The other day i was drunk, i spent the evening with very nice people, and all went very well up to me (though i don't know if i'll ever see them again), but when i came back to my place around three in the morning i couldn't sleep because my head was spinning hard and i was energetic, finally i wrote that text, from which i feel estranged now that i read it while sober, but it is still interesting i think :

"Fuck i'm drunk

I'm not a vector, i'm not someone you pass by and you can forget, i refuse to be, you accept it or you don't but i'm going to shake you to your core, stupidity is not my creed, you come along to the center of your brain or you break, you show your back, you disconnect and that's "bye bye", you don't need me and i don't need you for that trip to the decisive questions, i don't want to sadden you or bring you down in any way, but if you can follow, we hit and we cling and it's stronger than marble, i would want to press and kiss, and spin, and spin, or you watch me with your baleful eye, and i don't want to exist for you, does someone understand, what is there to see in your reserve, while i'm here scorched and panting for a glance, a sign to bring you to me, and fall, stop talking if that's your contempt of a real connection, i can take you to a barren land, drop your substances, see me open arms, or flee because you want to lose yourself in stupidity and in false gods, i go alone, i go alone, i'm alone and people see, but they're elsewhere, low or high, that's useless, i depress you because you don't know who you are, so you skip, you shift, you turn, to the one that will pump up your dream, and the desire misses, we all got it wrong, back, back, back away, we finally don't need a link as thin as a hangover last, there's too many worlds and i'm always missing a step, all is lost in the end, what's left is the deceptive memory of the trip."

(and i even attached a video clip, a soundtrack to this piece of thinking :)