Knots

He was the kind of kid who’d never colour outside the lines. He was always afraid to, and he hasn‘t changed one bit. Now, when he drinks he becomes a different person. Isn’t that the whole point, to outrun yourself and lose all inhibitions. To become reckless and a little crazy. Impulsive. A flirt. Everything he can‘t be or won’t do sober. Here, let me untangle the knots in your stomach, let’s get you warm and relaxed. The rigid dancer‘s poise melts away, he‘s all arms and legs spread out in the armchair like an octopus. Giggling uncontrollably. Alcohol makes him trusting, hopeful. It makes him feel as if he’s never been afraid in his entire life. I’ll do anything, just watch. He looks at the others playing responsible adults. Shaking their heads at him, but smiling at the same time. They’re not about to stop him. It’s only a bit of fun. Tomorrow things will seem a little blurry, he’ll feel everything then, but it’s worth it, it’s all worth it.