i guess i recognize this too.

i’m coming back. some would say i’m coming home. i don’t know.
i don’t identify myself with sydney. but i’m catching a plane back home, paid with money i don’t have, to see you.
well, mostly to see you.
but you can’t know that, we’re still in the
“playing-a-bit-of -games-phase”.

melbourne’s been incredible. i’ve gotten to spend time around tim as much as i required, i’ve partied most days of the weeks, i’ve spent a birthday singing karaoke and i’ve gotten an employment that lasted for less than a week with no money won.

impulsiveness has been key but with steadiness of “themes of the week” such as

- religion & domestic violence

- cage something beautiful

- free the bird


it feels like i’m in the end of a book, i got my kidney problems back and was rushed in to see a doctor that prescribed me a six month use of antibiotics that will minimize my brain if i get drunk. drinking disorderly is my mania; i was devastated when i realized i’ll spend every weekend sober until september.
i will now have to face reality.

i get so perplexed when i talk about you to others and there opinions are never the same.
you are introverted, stable, and mature. you’ve got both your feet on the ground and you’re so unbelievably good looking.
some say i should find someone like me, others say i don’t need anyone right now. a different group tells me that you might be exactly what i need; someone who can calm me down - make me accept adulthood.
someone I can be sober with.

all i know is, i’m coming back. to spend time with you.
how that will end is probably the beginning of a new book.