One of those Nights ....

Those Nights when no song on your playlist can't describe the way you feel
Neither can you, yourself describe how you feel
But then the only thing you feel is a dire need for physical contact
But then again , there's no one to call , since you already built a wall around yourself.
You already ran out of some literature
Power's is out
You crawl to Google, and Network turns to a bitch
You go back to your music playlist ....
You choose some Coldplay to see if they can help
You check some Chris Daughtry
And all sort of Rock songs
Then again you switch to some Rap to see if there's gonna be some comic relief in any of the lyrics , but there's still no smirk on that face
And the music shuffles
Then
It seems like Florence Welch understands :)
After awhile, you call for some of the indie artists
You try to re-live the day in your head as the music plays
You remember the times you smiled and what was funny that day
And you also remember the sad moment that sent you into this mood
a flashback of the past?
A phone convo from someone who matters reminding you of things you shouldn'† remember?
you walk into the kitchen
You check the kitchen cabinet for Liquor, there you find an almost empty bottle of Brandy , and u empty the entire bottle into your mouth and shake your head as the content of the bottle washes and slides down your throat to the rest of your body.
You walk back to the bed ,
The bed feels uncomfortable
You step to the Balcony and stare into the sky as Lana Del Rey whispers to you on how "life isn'† that Hard" .
You remember those "used to" moment
Shake those memories off to focus on the "Now" .
The music shuffles to The Weeknd's "Enemy"
You lay on one of the lawn chairs on the balcony  as the song sends images to your mind,  Ed sherran joins in the struggle
So also does Sia with "falling into pieces"
Time just seems to fly but the memories remain
Suddenly,
The cold wind descend on your skin
And the scenes of you and your past lover flashes in your head
And you sink yourself in those images
Trying to re-live them
What wonderful memories they must have been although it was short.
The music shuffles
And Frank Ocean tells you of how much a "Bad religion" you're practicing
Sigh
Amy winehouse walks in
She gently speak to you as you close your eyes
And finally
She knocks you into Oblivion.