Wonderful capture, love, wonderful words, and wonderful night.
Wonderful word compilation... but wow... what a shot!
When more words are too many fewer suffice to capture the moment and emotion, this does just that. Well done my friend, well done indeed.
A thoroughly good read.
Awesome work Birra, loved the picture as well. Those are the night skies that you can curl up under and sleep forever.
The title alone captures the imagination.
Isn’t it funny how a flavor can be a smell? Like the sweet taste of scotch on my own breath as I exhale. The flavor invades my nose and I smell… a place. Smells remind us so much, so vividly of our past.
The smell takes me back to a bar… a random bar on some random summer night in a random city on some random trip… does it matter where? It doesn’t to me. Who was I with? No one. And meaningless.
All that matters is the feeling. That feeling of being able to lose myself in the empty anonymity of being nowhere in particular. To sit at a bar and drink. To be nobody to everyone. To watch the people around me come and go while the ambient music is just a little too loud to be pleasing. The glow of my cell phone in front of me, beckoning me to start a text conversation with someone… to drag me a little closer back to the reality I’m so far from.
Happy to be far from.
Days long gone.
The time, like all time, was fleeting. But the magic of discovery… discovering me was vital. Learning what this life has to offer before returning to a trap set once more with the intent of pinning me down, holding me tight, choking me and snapping my neck just for the pleasure of hearing that halting snap.
Now… to play out the details of what remains while still remembering that smell.
And those nights of a different nothing than the nothing of my life.
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