How it feels like

The first thing he did when he woke up, was longing for the brief moment when he actually felt powerful. But what good does it make to desperately hold on to something you needed to be rescued from? he wondered, as he reached for another glass down from his bed. Alcohol and cigarettes don’t go well together they said, whatever – he still lit up one. It is not like him and the things inside his head went well together either, yet they were conjoined to the bone. (風丸)

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