Leonard Cohen would have said: “It`s 4 in the morning, the end of December”. Well, I cannot say the same. All I can say is that currently it’s 2:00 in the morning, almost the end of October. I am kindly tired but won’t go to sleep. I am a bit drunk but okay to write something. Just kicked some Neo-Nazis from my and my friend’s local bar… Local has it been for the last couple of days. Tomorrow(Or may I say in 6 hours from now) we’ll take off with a plane all the way back to London. The Republic of Ireland will remain a nice dream for cold days. Something to want to run to when things go bad. And yes, they shall go bad. But that’s balance. And that’s the reason why I am not going to sleep. Started that way, gonna end up this way. And of course, just like the Viking warrior’s bones I saw today, We’ll have enough time to sleep till and throughout eternity. I cannot seem to fathom all I feel at the moment. I guess I am content, and I guess also dissatisfied. I have seen nature. I want in. I must go back into society. I am not so sure I want out. To tell the truth, I am not so sure what I do want. All I know is that I am held at balance by the strict frame of life. Would have liked to break away. Would have liked some more experience. Would have liked to touch the skies and fly. But now all I can do is fly in dreams into nature. The same one I am composed of. May be my green yours. May your green be mine so there is no way to differentiate  between the two.

It’s natural you want me hurt; it’s natural you want me happy.