The day started pretty late. My sister and I came home very early yesterday morning from a long night of fun. A bunch of stories make up that unforgettable Friday evening, which I will have to tell later, along with a million more I promised to write about over the last seven months in and around Hong Kong. I do have some trouble keeping this promise.
But today… I just can’t believe it happened.
“If I Could Talk I’d Tell You”
Half past 9, quarter to ten
10:15, and we’re coming around again
hold off, are we going soft?
Flushed my Zoloft, and we’re comin’ around again
Found out, and i almost drowned
Walked back down, and we’re coming around again
If I could talk I’d tell you
If I could smile I’d let you know
You are far and away
My most imaginary friend
“Times Like These”
—Foo Fighters
I am a one way motorway
I’m a road that drives away
Then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I’m a wild light blinding bright
Burning off alone
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