Another Journey

Two days in my bedroom with tins of super strength lager and Lucky Strike cigarettes. A headache again, the alcohol surging to inspire, the haze, the frightful hallucinations. Warm sentiments of new friends and visions of cold places abound.

Like Dachau.

And then I see her waiting in the rain, waiting by my window, cold and lonely, the barbed wire; those little bronze tins enticing the strangest hallucination of the non-life, enriching a profound desire to experience the other side.

cutting myself deep,
in a flash awakening,
intoxication.