Possibilities of non-existence, finally had Norah Jones and her blues back on my radio. The night is still young, for me at least. Fridge being silent tonight, im feeling unease. Hungry for supper, yet my stubbornness or laziness is refraining me from fulfilling my tummy's call. I'm prompt to lose my way in all that high keys, the blues and the jazz. Though i'm glad i found my way back thanks to a drunk. I feel the rhythm, the will in me. I'm aware once again, of the difference between; like night and day, heaven and earth. I'm aware once again, of my resolve. My cigarette by the ashtray, lit. Im calling for help, beneath that darkness and all that messy feelings. I FOUND MY WAY.
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