Prisoner of the songs sung in the past

This section will be dedicated to the blissful times, a time so different, it almost feels unreal now, a time of constant inner struggles, forever changing perceptions, unravelling mysteries and creating new ones. A time when relationships held a different meaning and when the music was elixir for the soul. Only natural those days come back to haunt me, and I don't quite mind it. Sometimes making me want to go back, turn back the time as some would say. Only fools would believe that however. I wish to talk about the music that brought in new ideas with every word sung and new emotions that sprung up with every tune that was played on the guitar. Under the dark sky and on the green grass, watching the wall from a distance. The writing on the wall, " Am I unforgiven too". Late nights, words fading in the distance, looking from the corner of my eye, dreams in my eyes, songs in my ears. The act of hallucinating, smirn off rubbing off and the feeling of being comfortably numb spreading it's wings all over. One of these days the graffiti on the wall shall speak.
I always wondered if Vodka was made for Pink floyd or if the floyd was made for vodka..The answer comes to me, in waves ofcourse, only when I had vodka in my system and floyd in my head. And it did come to me in the summer of 2001.
I think it was some kind of a metamorphosis, a sort of resurrection from the ashes, just like the phoenix. An elevation of thoughts..like the spirit leaving the body and taunting you on it's way out, telling you to catch it if you can. Something that the music does to your soul. Telling you to find yourself in the dark, because that's where you belong. And the paranoia strikes again.

If you are too drunk to do anything, try some 'marooned'.
I think I need some sleep tonight.