euphoria and broken glass

the problem with life is, it's not all fun and games. most of time, life is dull and boring. yes, there is euphoria now and then. and we forget abour everything and dive into it and let ourselves go and live fast and nothing else seems to matter but that moment. but it will be over, eventually. it might take some time, yes, but euphoria always ends. and when it does, what remains? it's like tossing a party at home, see? everyone shows up, great music, booze, laughing, dancing, people screwing and being screwed in the toilet or in any empty room. but when the party is over and the music dies, one remains alone at home to clean up the mess. euphoria is the same. there is the rush, the vertigo, the dizziness, the wild ride on the whirlwind. but then is over, and when we're stuck in the old and boring and dull life, what's left? ruins of what we had before the hurricane and broken glass.

one might have met a lot of people during the whirlwind of euphoria. in parties, in wild nights, i don't know. but how many of those acquaintances remained? how many of them became true friends? and the ones who did, it was due to the euphoria, or did it happened after it, when walking the dull path of routine?