Drunk.

My favorite part of being drunk
is not the new found enthusiasm for life,
it is not feeling the weight melt
from my shoulders and my mind,
it is not forgetting,
no.
It is how the lights seem to dim,
yet brighten around me at the same time.
How they seem to blend,
all shades,
all hues,
all contrasts;
how they seem to blend.
It is how I feel consumed.
And while consumed, I can feel emotion again.
I feel how I feel I should feel,
I can process how I should process,
and now
I can be human for a while.

And time stops...