Stopped by for isaw fix. College days are rushing back to me.
We walked from Maginhawa street – Krus na Ligas – Oble – Oval
It’s funny how we empty ourselves of everything, and when sobriety hits we take it all back again. It’s funny how the gin we were drinking was really vodka (unless my taste buds were too burned to say so.) It’s funny how you are gray and but the only gray matter is our brain – which shifts only between black and white. If you know what I mean. For whatever it’s worth I’d never regret anything, ’cause what’s the point if nothing can be done about it?
Sperm?
My only solace
I just want to run for a while. So when I come back, I may have the strength (or enough escapism) to bear everything.
You may want to read my primer to my Valentine’s week if you wanna know what happened here. And for the record, I’m sober while writing this.
