scribbles in black ink

Time can be a tricky thing. I find sometimes I'm so involved in every moment of my life thinking/dwelling on it that time can either go by quickly or slowly. Like the hours following a break up can seem to crawl by that you feel yourself being consumed by it. Then, a conversation with someone that you have been thinking about can go by in an instant that you have to really think how it happened and what you said.

Sometimes I get lost in the days. They all seem to meld into one. I have to really think what day it is. I just know through routine what days to get up for work at 6am and what days i have free for seeing bands. In a day i can go through so many feelings thoughts that it makes the time seem longer than it is.

Tonight I looked at my agenda and saw the bands names written on dates, shifts I worked for the month and other events to remember. The names of the bands always give me a memory jog of where I was in my personal life. I remember who I was with and how I felt. There in front of me in my handwriting with black ink (only black ink) I saw the start and finish of something that could have been something. Someone who could have been my someone.

Nights Like These

 Nights spent standing on a street talking till 4am when you have to work in hours. Nights spent standing in the same room as the person who broke you heart pretending that they mean nothing to you. Nights of talking about music, laughing, having a drink and watching a band together. Nights of laying together wrapped in each other's arms till the morning. These are my nights.