Hey Night...

How've you been? I know I see you every day, but I feel like we haven't really been spending alot of time together. You're there, but you're not really... Or actually, it's probably the other way around. I'm here, but I'm not really. It's this darn work schedule that has me tangled up in knots. I know, I know, I keep complaining about that. I'm sorry.

You know what? I wish that some things could be a lot more vivid in my memory... Like the 80s for example. I was alive then, but my memories of that decade are washed out, when according to movies and pictures, it seems like a very colorful period in time. The 90s were great though. I wish I could have remembered more... Or rather, I wish I could have done a lot more during that period. Ah, to be a child again and do whatever I please.

Doing whatever I please now seems like such a distant thing. ...Like playing a baby grand piano by the shore as waves come crashing in, beckoning me to go with it back to the deep blue sea. Or going to Boston to try and start a new life, eventhough I wouldn't know where to start. And you can take that metaphorically or literally, either way, I can't do both.

Of course, I'm just quoting a song, but you know what I mean right?


As Always,
D.