mayday. peter and mary.

Stranded in the night with my broken glasses, watching cars go past, as I hopelessly try to restart mine. Cause of fatality, a dead battery. Reason for predicament, a foolish soul, too much beer and too much time.

Cold. Not from the night, but from the heart. Sleep was the last thing on my mind, but first for hers. She invited me in, but didn't she understand why i couldn't and wouldn't? How much love is love? Why didnt she do a second take when i said no? I wonder did she had a good night's rest? Apparently so, as the cold has told me.

The affinity has ended. Heaven has interceded, but the devil has won, and the path of decadence is slowly being paved.

Life has an amazing way to fuck you upside down and inside out, doesn’t it?

I think I should be entering a new phase of life from now.
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