*ALCOHOL AND FALSE GLIMMERS*
On a late November night you ask me what I seek. You ask me is it cynicism or just a lousy Monday and I smirk through the backlight. I say human interaction is exhausting and that’s that.
You say that’s why people like us fall back on our own connections. The reason being they are esoteric. So when I google the meaning of that word, I realize we are both on the same side. I add explanations are boring and loneliness brings peace.
Your questions begin now. You ask me if being inebriated makes the indulgence in poetry more interesting. I hone my skills at dull replies and say it’s a cliché, really. Poets and alcohol. I suck at answers and shoot back the same question at you.
I am drunk and you are stubborn. So when you leave me no option but to answer, I throw in Nietzsche and Dostoyevsky into the mix. When the likes of these great have romanticized the same, who the hell am I to disagree? I have always found answering with questions poetic.
One of the things alcohol does best, you say, is bring our vulnerabilities to the shore. You wouldn’t settle for feeling anything less. The bond of poets and alcohol have always been eternal, we both know.
So this time when I say, I think I already like you, you laugh it off. You know it is the alcohol that is driving my speech car now, but you're glad too. You can talk in depth without hesitating. In the middle of that sentence, you take my name for the first time, and it feels strange.
You return to the same question you asked at the stroke of midnight. This time I don’t evade you. I seek traces of her in every person I meet. A smile here, a touch there. A poem here, a prose there. But you can’t seek what wasn’t there in the first place. False glimmers are only meant to be chased, not found.
You think this is beautiful. I think it’s pretty damn pathetic.
~Kartika and t.
Natural tranquility of the unknown Loch in Scotland. Reflection of the parallel world always tempts to jump deeply in search of alternative better life. But reality is here above the surface. #reflection#lake#boats#Scotland#Loch#thoughts