Illusion never changed into something real

Union City, '09: Trudging blocks inland to Bergenline at 7am in search of more beer after a long night of drinking alone and someone at dawn e-mailing me that she didn't want to see me for 6 months. This favorite song from '97 surprisingly spewing out of a Bergenline shop at that hour... I was post-drunk and horribly drained, but then all of a sudden... "I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is... torn." Such exhilaration in the midst of my momentary misery!