Absinthe Sinspiration

All at once the skies rip apart, detonating the heavens. Tokyo thunder answers with a deafening roar.

…a purification of night, of midnight into morning. Dissolving into a starry dream…Euphoria in sea of sordid feel-good misery…the same prelude to every nightmare I’ve ever had…I am me – and know myself. And I am everywhere all at once. Sprawled licentiously across infinity’s bed, and I am…

…s t r e t c h i n g

Until…

POP!ped, left standing awestruck in a theatre of shadows.

They flicker to-and-fro in variegating curtains of dusk-tinged twilight, drearily strobing in-and-out of view like an otherworldly ballet of drunken silhouettes.

I walk towards the scene, and then…

…I am falling, then splashing underwater -GULP!- breathing in a super-oxygenated sea. Incandescent schools of fish zip past, turning right-angles on a collective whim that leaves behind them helices of ebullient bubbles. It is capitulating into marvel, one more vivid than any high I can remember. It feels like being vaulted into outer space – I am flying around the world and back, reaching out and swishing stars about a b e j e w e l l e d sky. I am holding on to the tails of comets and riding them to unpopulated planets where I can sulk in my despair and long lost isolation.

Is this dying..? I ask no one during the wanderlust scene shifting. I am garbled. Torqued and feeling pins and needles. I am amaretto sweetness laced with bile, and I want to be dead; except, I don’t even know if I’m really alive.

I sigh, just for the sound of it – this one deeper and longer than the last…

…and then consider asking the bartender for his opinion.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   31 March, 2009   Tags: Tokyo

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