The Tugboat Complex

I'm smiling but there's nothing to be happy about.

Once upon a time, there was the cutest couple in the world. Ya know he was the punk and she was Daddy's little girl, and graduation came and she wanted him to stay, he had bigger better dreams waiting out in big city. He said "Don't say goodbye because goodbye means leaving and leaving means forgetting." Two years later she reads in the news, he'd gone on to be a big star but nobody knew.'cause he changed up his name but his heart stayed the same, 'cause every song he wrote, was about her, he claimed. he never got to tell her 'cause he died that year, from all of the coke, and the pills, and the beer, and the whole world cried, but just for one day 'cause sooner or later, the pain goes away. Not.

I whine a lot, make no mistake that this is one of those occasions. I am tired, but it is a weird tired all fuzzy and with different parts of the brain refusing to communicate with each other, I am beginning to think in a completely erratic manner, last night I hallucinated, for the briefest of moments, that a bull/ bison or bovine equivalent was lolloping around on the middle of Lewisham way (for those of us unfamiliar, this is not a green enough pasture to warrant any kind of grazing animal).

Chalk this one up to stress but a week in bed would do me a world of good. Once rested and emerging with bed-bug-bites and sores I will be free to roam and whine with a clear head.

:/