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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.