There I was the other day, hearing whispers form life, while I sipped a
drink on the living room of my empty home. I was wishing to get drunk on my own
and sleep the hours away, while my life passed by unconsciously yet on purpose.
I wanted to get drunk on alcohol. Like many do, not knowing one can get
drunk of many other things. Tangible and intangible. But I knew, yet I choose alcohol, that
particular one afternoon.
I remembered a time far away, when every day I was drunk. It could be
called also the story of the first time I fell in love. It was not only a long
time ago, but also, lots of me’s ago.
It was my first day in a place I would have lots of days in with time. I
walked in the room not sure if even walking right and a voice as strong and
confident as a bittersweet memory kissed my ears, and my heart stopped and I knew,
right that moment, he would someday be a story I would say to someone with a
sparkle in my eyes. I’m not saying I pictured our life together and how I’d
fall down the stairs and he picked me up, or how he got lost and I helped him
and we run away to a sunset full of love. Im saying a story like this, the
story of the moment you pause your whole fast-forward life to just stop and
stare from a close by but invisible distance.
I guess he noticed my lack of air while engraving every piece of him
into my memory because he quickly walked towards me and handed me a smile with
a gift of a name “ Frederick’’ he extended his hand as I smiled and reacted
saying who I am. He handed me paper he was giving away and just like that he
took off. And as he walked further and further I felt how I sobered up.
It was just a memory. I told myself as I came back to present life
taking a sip from my cup. There were many moments in life I got drunk, all different
stories and with different manners, but no one ever forgets the first time.
After that ive gotten drunk on more than one occasion. I’ve gotten drunk
of love, of loneliness, of memories, of people, of desires.
But that afternoon with the drink in my hand I got drunk from life, so I
decided to stop it for a while and walk into a whole different picture.
I could continue to tell you that story. But one never really remembers
their dreams when they fall asleep drunk.
