Moving once more tomorrow and then not at all for a bit. Vibe-less for sure. Last night out and devastatingly tired, missing my bed, my dream, my peace and still end up at two in the morning drunk with laughter and filled with joy. Sober. Saw a bridge in paris done by a guy that writes 10foot and idk, felt weirdly satisfied with myself. Three cities in three weeks my brain always on one. Im hearing melodies in my head and seeing black dots in the corner of my eyes. I have never been so decisive, so uninterested in a romantic companionship. Quiet. Quiet at the club, quiet in the taxi, quiet when i leave.
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