My balcony.
A bottle of vodka.
Sisters of Mercy.
I have no idea what I'm even writing about, but the driving guitars push me on.
I'm in a mood.
Another swig.
Should I get all morose and look back on my life, or pissed off at the current state of the nation and the world?
I both adore and detest such moods.
Fuck it.
Another swig.
I'm restless. I want more. I've sought things in my life. Things I have been destined to never find. Such is life, but it irritates me still.
Restless.
I have no idea what I'm feeling right now.
Ribbons. The best song ever written.
Peace is an elusive thing. A fickle mistress. I long for peace. Peace I shall never find.
Her lovers queued up in the hallway. I heard them scratching at the door.
I finally understand that line.
Tomorrow I shall know peace again. For now I am restless, and I don't even know why. Perhaps it's in the air. Elections. Stupidity. More money spent on bullshit than actually helping those in need.
Lightning flashes in a calm sky. Very fitting.
Some people get by, with a little understanding. Some people get by, with a whole lot more.
Some people are walking contradictions.
Sleep. It beckons.
Another swig.
Goodnight.
