solitude

I put my double dirty gin martini down. I couldn't think anymore and it might of been my 10th or 7th I am not quite sure. My mind was eluding me. It walked out and slammed the door on common sense. Where is this rationality I once had? Fleeing the country like a refugee in a religious war. That is what my illness is a war between God and the Devil in my throat juggling for me to vomit out the reality and hallucinate the truth. Goodbye yellow brick road, the plane to Oz just crashed into the World Trade Center. No escape the fear you may , it is over . Things will never be the same no matter how much poison I drink or inject . the fear is installed like a satellite dish transplanted in my heart.