Life, etc.

I've been places. Seen things you wouldn't believe. I've fallen into a few hands, a few smiles, woken up and decided that the emptiness beside me was actually quite poetic. I've sucked a couple of men off. Proud? Prideless. I've lost a lot of friends, and gained one or two along the way. Woken up sometimes with a new number on my phone, no memory whatsoever. And I have been to Paris, sat on the steps of the Sacre Coeur and fallen in love with the world all over again.

I have touched life a few times, be it in pain or bliss, and felt it surge like electricity through my very being.

I have tried to count the stars, or write down my exact feelings ' only to fail miserably at both.

I have gotten drunk on countless trains, stumbled through numerous town-centres in a not-so straight line, and ended up in hospital a few too many times. Woken up in some strange places with even stranger memories, and quickly given up trying to piece them together.

I have fallen in love a few times, but with all the wrong things.

I have woken up a few too many times, beneath the same looming weights, only to resolve that this is it, the pendulum's final swing.

I have woken up too many times, trying to forget but remembering everything.