Drinking is an emotional experience, an elixir that pulls you from the monotony of everyday life
Drinking is an emotional experience, an elixir that pulls you from the monotony of everyday life,
It takes you out of ordinary patterns, from all that is identical and dull, like a story told too many times,
It tears you from your body and mind, throws you against the invisible walls of your own existence,
I feel that drinking is a form of permitted suicide, a ritual of death from which you are reborn the next day.
It's as if you kill yourself only to be born again, like a Phoenix from the ashes of your own decisions,
And with each glass, I feel like I've lived ten or fifteen thousand lives by now,
Each sip is a journey to the abyss and back, a fall into the void and an ascent to the light,
A melancholic dance between end and beginning, between forgetting and remembering, an endless cycle of renewal.
Each night becomes its own universe, a space of emotional disorder, a chaos full of meaning,
And the morning is a blank canvas, a new life in which to rewrite the story, to try again,
This is how I live, oscillating between destruction and creation, between loss and rediscovery, a pendulum of the soul,
In a continuous balance between losing yourself and finding yourself, in a game of life and death, with each sunrise.
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Dan Enache
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