Saturday

Chased Clockwise

19 songs, 54 shots, 4 new "friends", 3 bowls, 87 cigs, 12 bad decisions later...
And there you have it; a night filled with mediocre people, regretting existence, becoming a momentary bad ass, and finding yourself. It's been a busy night, but the sun is coming. The clock will catch up.

And once it does you will see things much more clearly. 
Those mediocre people won't remember your name. 
You're existence was never truly in question.
The moment you had being a cool kid was forgotten by everyone. but you.
You are still lost. You have found nothing. We are all lost. 

Tomorrow you are the same mess in the same place with cigarette breath. Tomorrow you still didn't get anywhere. And in the days to come, the forecast shows sorrow with a chance of champagne. 
Last night. Any night. The time between you going to sleep and the sun waking up, it's free. 
The moon will never share your secrets.

It's moment after moment up for grabs. Take them, don't leave them; because you will never feel as good as you did when you shared those moments. 

Life is only made of moments. And the nights we share are full of them. And several more shots. Several. 

But that's what growing up is about... isn't it?