verbal masturbation

I think I could spend the rest of my life writing this, sipping coffee, sipping ale, drinking in the people around me... limiting their lives to the space of a few lines. Pair the real with the unreal, fill the gaps with a few random words, and forget it all for something new. I'd tell you it matters, that I matter, and the color of the words would convince you. Painting each picture, a thousand words at a time - giving up halfway in, and in that, I'm finally telling you the truth. Pour another ale and we'll forget we ever happened.

You'll tell me it really does matter, you'll tell me it actually happened, but I've already forgotten.