Was it because of the heartbreaking moments that one drinks? Was it because of the memories that he drinks? Was it because of the drinking that we drink? Funny. Was it because of the emotions that we’re drunk? Was it because of the sense of humor in us that we’re not walking straight on purpose? Was it because of us drinking slightly beyond our limits that we’re going high and crazy? I wonder. Perhaps it was because of us surrounded by friends that we enjoy drinking, perhaps it was because of us wanting to hypnotize ourselves that we drink one cup after another or perhaps it was because of us hoping that everything is just a dream by drinking more and more. It could be. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol that one goes blur and dizzy, perhaps it was because of the alcohol that he feels like crying over the past or perhaps it was because of the alcohol that the memories are being put together. As always.
