Drink up with me, shadow.
I don't remember anything either, so what reason do we have to not drink?
The guitar's smooth chords echo in my head like memories of a forgotten paradise.
But now life as I know it is just a view behind the bars of containment from the alienation,
the seclusion that wraps around one's self, creating a shade of you that other's don't believe in,
or that they only see.
These bars aren't bad, in a sense. They protect you, they shield you against the harsh weathers of people. 
But they're there. 
And by being there, it hurts.
So drink up with me, shadow.
Maybe the person you need will find you here in this place,
and maybe the person I need will find me here too.