Drunk Dog

DATE: 17^TH OCT

When did I lose my way? When did I lose my will? When did I really become a lost cause? Is there an important date I can’t remember? Maybe an event which slipped my mind as I walked away from a party. When did it happen, I can’t seem to locate my soul on this land anymore. The vibrant and almost flamboyant self walked out on and I slept on it, stupidly.

There was little I could do, that’s what I kept telling myself. Still tell myself, there wasn’t anything I could do. There has been so much telling and listening that the sounds in my head are a blurred buzz. Which doesn’t really mean anything anymore?

Have you ever seen a drunken dog? It’s the happiest. Just wagging its tail and running around with its tongue out. They eyes glazed as he ran from one corner to another and as elation reduces, the sleep slips inside and there is no need for anything else. He practically floats through the whole thing and worries about nothing. That I what I am doing right now. I am the drunken dog. I have been drunk and now I am sleeping, sleeping in spite of the worries, in spite of the tragedies around, and I have a smile pasted across my face, a smile which is so dull yet omnipresent.