Oh my god how are you?
I haven’t seen you in ages
What have you been up to?

How was your Christmas
And new years?
Did you stay in, eat lots
And drink lots of beers?

Did you go out on Christmas Eve?
And drink so much Guinness that you were sick all over yourself
That sounds sick
All by itself

But yeh
Too much ***** was had
Too much food was had
Got proper *******
Ruined the holiday
And made my family sad

Did you do much whilst you were away?
Hope it was better than mine
Always the same
Again and again and again
And again
I saw my family and had winter in Spain
(I wish this ***** would shut up)
That sounds lovely
I bet you didn’t miss the rain

And did you see the match last night
I can’t believe it
How bad are United?!
The referee
So ******* short sighted
Probably gonna cost us the title
Another season of survival

Anyway
Super glad to be back in the stride
Can’t wait for a positive Q1
It makes me feel so alive

Another year, another circle of life…
**FLOOR 4

It is a torture of sort. The uneasiness of where the road can lead to, with only a few things that we know and hold true.. we endlessly hold out, all of our lives, we hold a lantern into the thick dark fissure of life until something of habitual significance comes along…then, we linger, again, for an encore.

I love you
Even though
My dear,
My dear
I know
It's wrong for both of us
And I'd rather hurt you
Now
Instead of doing
What we
Both of us
Want to
Only to destroy
Destroy
Each other
Down the road
Even so
I can't get you out of my head
I wish
I wish
Things
Were
Different
Different
And that we were different
People
And sometimes
I wish
All we were
Was
Passing
Strangers
On a busy street
Instead of a
Desperate
Almost
And
A hopeful
Maybe