For we must all learn to howl.

Life has a funny way of pushing you towards certain situations, in my opinion - take tonight, for example, when I was walking home and heard someone crying by the canal. In all honesty, "crying" was a bit of an understatement - when I heard it I thought someone had either just been broken up with, or was in the running for Argument of the Year with someone else. It was getting late, and I really needed to be home in half an hour or so (because curfew), but I was both a little curious and a little more than slightly concerned , which was what made me walk towards the source of the wailing instead of away from it like my gut was telling me to because hey , this was sounding a little too much like a horror movie for my liking . I really didn't want to walk alone , though , which was why I was grateful to be accompanied by a passing cyclist . The source of the wailing turned out to be a lady crumpled a...

A little throwback to a post I wrote before, titled " Late Nights ". Bring it all back to me, won't you darling the green, the green The bed is really quite comfortable, and it's soft If I could just... "11:30PM __________ is calling." !!! let me swipe right -quickly!- hello there, I've missed you How was your... I mean your... your... Heavy eyes, weighted down with sand Shh. Go to sleep. I'm not sleepy... A soft sigh, a tired smile - Yes, you are. You can barely keep your eyes open. Frowning; fussing. I want to stay awake.  I want to see you. I haven't seen you all day. Refusals to look at the clock, ticking away on the wall deafeningly quiet. And then comes the bargaining. You've had a long day- I can stay awake a little. I'm not tired. It's just six hours, it's not much. You balk when tired fondness melds into a hint of frustration. I'm sorry.  Sorry for? For - the moods, the silences, the c...