Yeah, You Know What I Mean?

No.

Oh The Demons Come, They Can Subside

Where am i? What time is it?

Feels like life just passed me by but time did not.

Or maybe instead of drinking at lounges with open windows and ordering bottles of wine at late-night, upscale pizza joints, i should look and see where the fuck my life is.

But there is sunshine in these days, and patios are so inviting, and dress-up foolishly parties and dress-up to the nines museum launches let us run around, and dinner parties on my little patio are begging for me and my friends, as are the tickets to music festivals and to the other side of the country. And any bar or television beckons me with hockey playoffs.

But i should calm the fuck down and sort out this mess that is my completely directionless day-to-day, which has actually become my life.

Packed and All Eyes Turned In. No One To See On the Quay.

i don't think i can do this anymore. Or at least, i can't feel like this anymore.

Bring It.

30.

Space To Breathe It, Time To Savour All That Night Air Has To Lend Me

New Year's eve, sitting at home at 9pm, i realized i didn't want to see people i know and instead, went out to a local haunt to meet people i don't know.