I'm drunk, yeah okay. Got home a little too late, was a little to tired, poured myself a glass a little too full. Jonathan Smith, H2O Delirious, six-million strong YouTuber who plays video games from behind a mask got himself stupidly drunk over a stupid guy.
Now I'm stumbling up the staircase to my room, falling on my bed, and feeling the world spin. It's beautiful, is it not? The rotation, the gyration, the constant vibration of a planet so alive and so vibrant of life and love and lost drops of drink.
Everything is a circle, the planet, the ceiling light, my thoughts: everything circles back to you. Right back to you.
Fuck I'm drunk
It's getting worse, the rotation or the drunken state of mind, I don't know. Or maybe it's just me thinking of you, feeling your hands on me, your eyes following me, your thoughts lingering on me. I want to feel you all over me and inside me. Is this the alcohol or me?
Gyration, rotation, vibration, and heart banging, clanging, smashing to be freed. Words crawling up my throat only stoppable with the burning swallow of another mouthful of drink.
Fuck I'm drunk.
I want you, got it? Simple, sinful, straight to the point. It's funny how I've still gone full circle. I thought of you before I swallowed my drink and I think of you now as I digest it and fall. Fall from consciousness to unconsciousness, the quiet ripping my ear drums which ache for your voice calling my name.
Fuck I'm drunk.
I'm going to sleep, I'll dream of you, a simple sinful sorrowful statement. I can only dream, because you'll never say you want me too; I'm barely the same species right?
Anonymous, a "psychopath," a guy you cannot be seen with. How terrible to crush on someone you cannot have; trust me, I know how it feels. You can't have me, and I can't have you, Evan Fong.