Spinning, spinning

It must be late, im sure its late but my eyes are so red i can barely notice the difference in  light, if its just the street lights or the sun coming up, I just want to focus for one second but so much in my mind that I cant decide on what should be focused, damn I just want one point to focus.

Looking around that empty space, chairs, tables, and me sitting here and wondering why am I still on this place, should just get the hell out of here, and I would if the damn room would stop spinning. I will wait just a little and all will be fine.

Damn, damn I am tired of this cup, this old whiskey just rolling and rolling, there must be something hipnotic in this swirling because as I look the room stop spinning, just the drink does, and it goes on and on, it's werdly calming and fuck I need peace.

I curse too much, this is not good, I should stop cursing and get something more meaningful with my life, yes, i will get out of here and start over, yes i will. From now i will get things straight and all things will be good,

"It will be 35 dollars, sir"
"Sure, let me get my wallet...oh fuck..."

Ok, ok. from now on, yeah, from now on....