sad beautiful words

I have no comment, but must quote:

Getting towards midnight, with beer: Damn it, I want to drink and dance and sing, with my friends, Rick’s friends; I want to burn wood and smell the smoke and piss in the sea, shout at the moon, cry at the beauty of this world and swear eternal opposition to those who would paint it with blood, again, I want to hold you my friends in my arms and circle around our wounded brother and sing and weep and shout and break the shell of the words. I’m drunk again, by god, and I’m typing with tears running down my rugged goddamn manly cheeks, and I feel so useless. I want to bellow in pain like some big dumb beast, and I want to hold my friend and tell him that he has nothing to fear.