Late nights, forgotten memories, indelible feelings, a departed woman.

They soar in skies of blue, enriched with happiness and dreams.

Clouds of dreams and regret surround them, blinding their future.

A woman who’s lost her memories smiles and pours another round.

A blind man smiles and downs another glass of despair.

In that moment, intoxicated with happiness, he flies like a falcon.

His burning thirst not yet quenched.  He continues drinking, glass after glass.

And then... He plummets, awakening from his endless blue.

The woman is all but lost, and yet… You still want to get drunk.



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