The domes are all cracked but may be prettier for it. The sun shines just as brightly.

I raised my glass and toasted something.

They all agreed. The world swam. A girl I found mildly attractive spoke to me and we argued about music.

I did not think about anything.

We swam across a canal and laughed as we shook the water from our hairs. It smelt. We drank wine and forgot. It was hot but growing colder. I felt skins against me and eyes flashed. We ran along an alley.

Beautiful dresses flowing in the wind...
I wanted to take them off. I spoke to someone who was arrogant and French and wanted her. I overlooked my own gaping personality flaws and forgave hers too, leaving the judgment to a God we did not believe existed.

A victory for atheism...

I wrote a poem and lost the paper. I stumbled about a room and fell on a sofa. Luke came in and we laughed about many things and climbed out onto the roof. A lone star regarded us in a sky of faded hopes. We watched as it waited for its friends and spoke.

Chianti, a script, some cheese sandwiches all wearing moonlight...

The smell of perfume! The rains thunder and suddenly fall. Screams. Running inside through billowing curtains. The smell of storm and flash! Kissing red lips and telling them things.

I shattered the world and cut my hand on the pieces!
Great tears fell as I sat upon the steps and thought caught me and began to blaze. I hated myself and I hated the world and I hated you and I hated her. At points I saw my own death, considered it, weighed it. I thought of hanging, tested a cord from the curtains and found it could hold. Thought of drowning, wondered at the panic. Thought of stabbing a knife straight through my heart and the flag of blood would rise and sway and dance.

Went walking under panting skies through a park on wet streets with the memories...

I even waved at a few...

Found a dream, broken on the corner. He was wet and his skin was tanned. I gave him the coins I could and then turned away.

The slow march of sobriety...

I stood upon a quay and looked down. Last night danced in the waters before sinking for good. I smiled and seated myself, half falling. The sun began to rise over the cracked domes.