• Sleep well beast

    I won’t remember you by anger.
    I promise.
    I could, but I don’t want to.
    There was a lot of shooting.
    None of it straight.
    And none with mercy.

    Only confetti.
    Like a fucking party where I drink too much and drunk dial you just to say
    “Hey…are you awake?”
    Well… tonight ain’t a party, but I’ll pour myself a drink.
    Or two.

    Headache will be the least of my problems tomorrow.
    There’s a pill for that, but there isn’t one for absence.
    And then some.

    If I could draw a line, I would go in circles.
    And I did. Without a doubt.
    Because it’s so comfortable to know what’s around the corner.
    Isn’t it?
    So effortless.
    Almost natural and almost true.

    I always thought “almost” was the saddest word to reply with.
    Now I know to “almost belong” is the saddest thing to cope with.
    That doesn’t make me less of a soldier.

    I’m no cavalry, but I got loyalty like one.
    The one infantry can always count on and win a war with.
    The battles in your head are for free and a white flag is no option.
    Only a hangover and a missed drunken call.