Friday, April 6, 2007

Worst Nightmare

Pumping my fist in the air,
Celebrating, with a pop of champagne,
Slightly plastered,
And I can’t even recall why,
Dropping the glass from the lip,
Staring into the empty room.

8 comments:

Pri said...

Lol, random post #1.

Wielder Of Rotten Tomatoes said...

random why?

Pri said...

When I picture, it feels random.

Wielder Of Rotten Tomatoes said...

I don't think it is random. Its the fear of having everything you desire in the world, and not one soul to share that with. It's anything but random.

In any case, I don't mean that in terms of having a significant other, just people that you are close to, friends, family (cousins and the like) etc.

Pri said...

Ah, now I get it :-S . Think I should sleep well before reading your posts.

Pri said...

You know what? That is an awesome post , now that you elaborated. You should write poems :)

Wielder Of Rotten Tomatoes said...

That is very flattering. Don't expect me to be less critical of your work because of that :P no i scratch your back you scratch mine...

Pri said...

Uh, wasn't meant to be flattering :P Bring on the criticisms!