Thursday, 22 May 2014

--The beginning--‏

The sharp metallic hands on my white-faced wrist watch have just passed midnight.

I'm resting my back on a large striped cushion squinting into an endless black mass of rippling water with a real cigarette drooping out the left side of my mouth swirling a small glass of scotch in my hand..

There are no artificial flood lights illuminating my living quarters,

only a dim white beam of light coming directly down from a full moon, giving me just enough clarity to make out the tiny little carvings of people's names, fishes, diamonds and references to my incarceration that are scattered across a long wooden table..

It is a little bit cold.

I have a nice jacket that one of my freinds in Greece sent me
draped across the chair next to me but i'll be okay for now..

As soon as i spark this lighter up i'll probably forget about the cold..


It's taken me a while to put these words together.

I've been unsure of where to start..

In fact i'm STILL unsure of where to start..

Don't worry.


 It will come to me..

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