We shift from side to side. Heads buzzing. LIghts swirl. We are pungent with nicotine, clothes a little ashy. A sour stench on our breath as we laugh from our bellies. We are full to the brim, near bursting as we stumble into the car.
We scream as the wind whips our hair, the windows are down, another lit cigarette dangling from our fingers. The white lines and red lights are a blur as we speed to wherever. We belt out a song, the radio is static.
We joke and poke fun at each other, at ourselves. There is no distinction. Not an hour ago, we were shouting, our lungs out of. air. But an hour is a century. Time warps as we raise our glasses. No forgiving, only forgetting.
The clock blinks second by second. The sun lights the sky. I am in bed. Alone. Black where there should be memories.