Poetry ~ Drunk

I walk the line

between conscious and drunk.

Occasionally tipsy.

Occasionally completely hammered.

Not on alcohol.

But on experience.

Drunk on the gifts life give me.

Drunk on power.

Drunk on powerlessness.

Weightless

Breathless but still breathing. 

Sober is far away.

And it’s better.

Because sober is reality.

Sober is the expected, the usual, the questions and the duties.

If that’s what real life is

I prefer being drunk

on the oddities, curiosities and loveliness of life.

It’s better that way.

~

©Jillian Boyd, 2013

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  1. Beautiful and lyrical. In fact, the perfect way to begin my day… x

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