I Suppose.

I'm not even too sure of what to say, but I know of what I feel. A mild hangover and a swollen foot. Complications of love and matrimony. Love blossoms and the booze flows. Love is more intoxication than booze will ever be, but it does help. How love drunk people are at weddings. It comes down to the idea of forever. How grand, how great, how perfect would it be to have something forever. To live on beyond the normal means. The idea of having an end beyond an end. Love is intoxicating because it blinds the senses. Marriage is absinthe because it numbs your life. The wedding ceremony is a shot of Jack. Girl's sniffing out the idea of not going at life alone, and guys sniffing out the girls to just have some fun. I sit in the sidelines wondering when the sands of absent dreams will run through the fingers leaving only the rocks of reality. Love is not binding. Marriage is not certain. The only aspect of real is yourself. The only certain is you. Life comes and goes. Marriages fade and blossom. Love is fleeting. When is love guaranteed. Do you have your soul mate. Will they be there for you. If it comes and leaves than what is left. Just a void. Easily filled with the sands of Foreign love, somebody's wedding, and the fruits of the labor. Love is a game with no clear winner, just points. I guess you could say I scored.

haha.