I've lost all everyone I ever knew ever since I got to know you. My body is now just left with psoriatic spots of where the people used to reside in. They ripped themselves off of me as one does a bandaid, without realizing how much it really hurts. Only for a while though. Only for a tiny little bit. At least that's what we've been conditioned to think.Patches of colors have somehow erupted out of my love burned skin. I am a bronze colored woman now, with few colored pieces. It doesn't make me feel anything however. The times of feeling are long, long gone. If you ever want to destroy a writer, you just got to make them so tough, that they lose their feelings. Just, break their trust. Trust me.There is no occasion or party, at least to which I was invited to which would give me a solid enough reason to be drunk on a Monday night. There's the holy festival of the goddesses of India going on for, 5 more days now I think, however. You're forbidden to drink alcohol but so was I forbidden to love. Now I understand why the venom of forbidden tastes so good. It has no discipline. The one thing that brings fear in almost all of us. Not even god.The point of this minute conversation is now probably over. There's not much left to say but to just looked over, as usual. It doesn't really bother me anymore, to make meaning out of things that have been always confusing. This is an ode to anybody who's drunk tonight or trying.I hope you don't turn out like me where your best friend is writing.