Brighton.

Wednesday; August 27th, 2014

Sometimes,

It’s good to run away,
Drink gin and tonic on the train not knowing if there’s a bed for you at the end of it;
Sit by the beach in the cold, listening to drunks listening to your ukulele,
Drink too much, fall down;
Spray some walls.
Run on the beach, dancing maniacally;
Laughing like you’ll live forever,
Smoking like you’ll live forever.
Wake up in the morning not knowing which is paint or blood.
Sometimes it’s good to do things without thinking of the repercussions.
Sometimes it’s good to be a little irresponsible.
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