out at night

I can still taste last night's whiskey. I sat outside with paul and we talked between the smoke and then I looked at the sky and I liked how it looked. There's something perversely beautiful about self destruction. Perhaps. Maybe you have to be in the right mood for it. No matter how much, or how little you have, you will always have yourself. And that can be a major problem. They might start it but ultimately you're the only one who can throw yourself away. There must be a faster way?

We drove around tonight, went up over the tops towards keighley. It was very wet.



Ended up spending a couple of hours underneath a road bridge. It was dry under there. There were lights which made the curbs look a muted yellow colour. And a lit up building, with a tree and street light just in front of it. The street light illuminated the tree, and it looked so peaceful and still. I bet it looks like that all night. Every night.