blind sight

So the drunken mind is free of such inhibitions that if you weren’t high then you’d be jealous. But then again do I really need alcohol to set me free?? The two questions in me arise thus and proceed to contradict each other… what is the right question to ask? Is it.why do I ever need the high? Or is it do I need to be bound by my inhibitions to blend within etiquette and normality? What do I care for answers and reason when I’m blinded by freedom itself! Defining myself is beyond puzzling. What term do you apply to matter less matter? Should I take solace in the coolness of being the ideal paradox or just cry like you would cause she never cried when you said goodbye? Not a tear for the man who represented the nothingness of everything. And in tears he shouts “you fools I am beyond you. Don’t I see words clearer, thoughts crystal and souls stripped? Am I not what you forgot to be? Do not mistake my plight for weakness! SUB QUESTION-BUT WAIT WHAT IF I WAS WRONG! What if I was fooling myself! But I don’t care now do I …I am elevated …maybe the black sheep was hated cause he begged to fucking differ.” Ah a finger for the lord the Adam the eve and the freaking fucking apple. I aint none the more wiser but a good cause good drink a good thought and a good word soothes the mind any day more than an invisible psyche will!