Sunday, 9 October 2011

That perfect drunk.

3:45 in the morning, and the white of this screen will soon start to burn my eyes.
Open textbooks beside me, and folky music playing softly. That vaguely orange-and-spice taste lingers in the back of my throat. How many months ago was that?
All I can think of is how beautifully uneven these numbers are. All I can hear is two aging men with strong Dublin accents playing their new single.

"Let it go."

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