Nights in White Satin

After listening to Asleep for the first time it has all finally come into focus. I can let all of the anger and god damn insecurity fall by the way side. I can let those four years and the other six after them be reasons to live the next day.

Is life naturally tragic or comedic? I decided years ago that it was all going to be so fucking tragic, so devastatingly awful and glum. I had come to terms with my fate and was prepared to live a life of let downs and lonely nights, drinking merlot and lying by myself. The cliché is annoyingly over used and I wish I had a more poetic way of expressing how I feel but the nights are falling into the days and I’ve lost track of how time progresses.

It’s time to sleep and dream of moments that will draw me closer to the truth of it all.