singing, drinking, faking.

they keep singing on a

bar

singing till’ their throats burn

and their soul feels

satisfied

they have to satisfied their own

soul

otherwise all the night and

the futility of their

personalities will be  throw

away

the level of

falsity

that we can find in a

fucking

bar is huge

the level of dumb people

people who feel

insecure about their own

sexuality.

living with each other just for the convenience, kissing

hugging

squeezing

sucking and fucking

just for the convenience, fearing what the other dumb people will think about them

“hey, don’t you wanna a drink, Eric? Eric,right? Let’s drink, child!”

“I’m ok, thanks”

and I smile for them, and I feel sorry for myself

because I don’t belong to this place

I don’t belong to this people

my way of

fun

 is way different of their way of

fun.

but I still smiling and laughing several times

maybe I’m having a good time sitting in the

bar

but I don’t want to come back to places like

here

often

go to the bathroom and nobody cares about this

ok

I pee and when I comeback

they’re singing

again

I listen to my old friends singing together an beautiful song
and while they singing, I’m thinking about the painless way to die

I can feel their bodies together through the cold night

while I am alone again on my bed

with my cat sleeping on my legs  looking for some warm place to sleep

time to go

“let me drink a coffee first”

                                               - I said

nobody listen to me again. ok.

two coffees

alone

marvelous

the

best part

 of my night.