It's been a long journey. Left the city, where are those angels anyway. I left without a question mark, back to sobriety. A more clear view, without all those muddled emotions a result, of a thick vein of people closing in on your walls. It's good to get away, what friends were they anyways. Long year, dramatic events. Now, at least I can make up for the time I wasted ,being passive.

Perhaps all of life is about these summer hours