Tales from the punch bowl

I awake in a drunken stupor
Walk around seemingly without a point, yet there is a point I need to find my cigarettes.
Sitting outside looking at the myriad colors of my surroundings, constantly reminded of how alone I am.
Thoughts swimming like goldfish in an oversized aquarium.
I inhale, letting the smoke from my Camel sit there burning my lungs.
I exhale with a heavy sigh that of course no one but me can hear.
Who knows why I made it audible.
That silence serving as a reminder of mistakes and broken dreams.
I think I just needed to hear something just a bit different than just my normal breathing.
I get up wiping the cigarette ashes from my clothes and sigh again.
Why the Hell am I sighing?
I wonder to my self.
Walk over to the refrigerator grab another beer and proceed to drink my self into a stupor again.
To relive the same morning again tomorrow and the next day.
This is a tale from the punch bowl that is me.