i recall reading in a story book when i was a kid. about an old lady who was in love with the night.

I love the night too. when the harsh sun goes away. and suddenly the lights come on. the sparkling and the colours. all of the earth blemishes seem to fade away.

you have to look deeper and harder to appreciate something. but that doesnt matter. slow down and you will see a whole different world.

away from the booming, loud music that people drown themselves in. the quiet brings a gentle solace.

so gentle and so quiet. and for that moment the world seem a better place.

maybe i'm getting old .

the booze, the parties, the meat.

sheesh thats gotta do some damage.

but then. great fun, great food, great company. aside from some dodgy shit. heck why not.

Cheers.

enjoy the leftovers too!

impatience. as if my voice was unbearable.
a tone. that differs when spoken to me.
annoyance with me.
joy with others.
am i indifferent?

dampening my spirit.
dimming my light.
a joyful day.
a sorrowful night.
lacking luster.

am i to you not what you are to me ?

lifting me to the highest grounds
achieved with the greatest of ease.
as with banishing me to the darkest depths of hell.

who am i to you.