.eight

Our drunken cries echo against the walls. A champagne bottle blows it's cork somewhere behind me, and I am sprayed with the sizzling drink. I laugh, but I don't know why.

.five

Why, why, why is this day so special? I'm seeing double, my head is pounding, but still I'm laughing. Every year it's-

.two

it's the same. The suspense is building, nobody can concentrate. The clock is ticking so slowly...

1-Happy New Years!

Cheers, cries, screams that shake the foundations. Horns and fireworks; the ball is dropping but no one is watching. And everybody is kissing everybody, while I sink into the shadows, the bottle in my hands.

Welcome, 2007.

These new years always find me the same way.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

I tried to capture the chaotic suspense of the countdown in this, and the realization that another year has gone by but none of the pain has gone with it. That's what I tried to do; tell me how I did?