Presently

The drink's doing its magic
in my veins.
My head is spinning,
my fingers are numb,
memories are fading
and as for regrets,
right now,
surprisingly,
thankfully:
I have none.

But a deep part of me
wonders
wanders
thinks
doubts
should I embrace
my new-found
state
or should I
expel it
like an unwelcomed spirit
feeding on my soul?

Who cares?

There's another glass
in front of me,
it's time to drink to
all the things we should drink to:
Regrets,
hopes,
loss,
grief,
the future.

Always the future.
Never forget there is one,
no matter what it is,
it's waiting for you and me,
it is lying in wait,
its jaws open wide.

Ah, shit,
let's drink to a bright
future,
a happy
future,
an actual future.
Or, why the hell not,
let's just drink
because we
want to
need to.

Let me embrace my demons
and my angels,
let me dance
with the fairies
and the djinns
inhabiting my mind.

Let my soul
be carefree
and let it
dance forever.

Forever.