Tuesday, 24 April 2012

What is this?

This feeling? A feeling, wow, what? Of hope? Am I dreaming? Am I dead? This is alien. The sudden urge to go out, buy a hot air balloon, a great friend, fine food, champagne, good cigarettes, and just fly for hours, with no care of destination or consequence. That would be fine. So Long, Lonesome.

1 comment:

  1. hope you are well, my friend. hang in there.