Zbirka Bizarnosti

31. Bar At The End Of The World

There's a bar at the edge of the world.
Where you can stop for a drink, or a two.

Where everyone is treated all the same.
Where time does not fly and It's wings had been cut off.

The clock on the wall has no hands.
Windows look into nowhere.
It's just the bar, and us, the travelers who stopped by.
Some hang out, share a laugh, tell jokes...
Others yet are lost deep in their thoughts quietly sitting at the bar, or at the table unable to be reached.

Very few living can visit this place.
As this bar is set right between the last word and a dot.
At the crossing between death and afterlife.
It's neither in the world of the living, neither in the world of the dead.

It's a peaceful place where you stop, on your journey through the tunnel towards the light.
Where slow blues plays, and doors never close.

That's where I'll be sippin whiskey, watching rainfall through the window, in the nowhere, slowly finishing the final cigar.

This place floats between existence and non existence, it's just a bar, in the nowhere...
It's a place where you can meet the most incredible people with the most incredible stories.
They have all come here, for a drink before moving on.
Just a quick look back at your life.

You can stay as long as you want, the kind waiter will always fill up your glass time and time again... as there's no time at all.

But what am I doing here?

I'm not waiting on anyone.
I'm not searching for anyone.
I'm not expecting anything.

I'm just sippin whiskey and smokin cigars, in the bar at the edge of the world.