
New Year’s Day, 0546 hours
I dose up on adrenaline to dull the pain of your absence – well, of mine, I should say since I’m the one who’s far away Fuels me through to 0530 hours before I feel the water round my neck drowning in a sea of colliding bodies of youthful fawning and clichés realise it’s all a little sordid that I am bruised and bored of it … Continue reading New Year’s Day, 0546 hours