10.11.2001 || 00h02

A fine Arabian Arak

Past midnight, and I'm sitting here. Screen flickers blue, reflects off the misty glass of Arak next to me:

Lebanon, Lebanon, the taste of Anise rises past my palette and drags me, unstoppable, towards inebriation.

In my arms, I hold nothing but memories of you. In my eyes, a reflection of nothing but you. In my mind, your voice, your flavour, the scent of you on my pillows.

I'm going to bed; inhale, inhale...



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