back from melbourne

how do you live after 10 days of highs and lows

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the highs of just being.

revisiting, reminiscing, reliving days long past

knowing that we can only glance back now

but never really go back

and all we have are poignant memories, images

etched in our minds like black and white stills

of a time once somewhat familiar

but not really. not anymore

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and so we breathed, lived, took in

as much as we could, greedily,

creating, frantically drawing

more pictures to take home

only to have gotten girlishly giddy from overdoses

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to the lows of being rather shit-faced from alcohol,

its vertigo distorting our carefully drawn memories

to no more than a blur of colourful splotches,

slapping on layers of paint on our faces

to mask the pale and washed out discolouration,

dragging our feet stoically thru the next hell of a day

and doing it all over again the next night

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how do you top that?

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so now all i have is everything else in between

no highs

no lows

just blahness

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blaaah.

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oh well :)

San Francisco in 5 days.