Cerberus

"The plan was to drink until the pain over, but whats worse: the pain or the hangover?"-Kanye West

I've lived that plan and failed that plan countless nights.
Weekends are open doorways that lead to unforseen events
and strangers become friends under streetlights cast in eternal night,
but its all temporary.
I always go back to the weekdays and everyone I meet in the nightlife deny me
in the light.
I guess Im ugly
or they're shamed about their decisions,
whether they had control or not.
Thats just been happening here
at Norfolk.
Am I losing my bond with a time I love most
or are the people Im around not accustomed to
the unwritten taboos and rules of night?
Is there something wrong with me
or everyone else around me?

Back home, the legacy I've created was crafted from those fabeled nights..
the ones were nothing was planned,
but everything fell into place.
Is it bad that I live for this other world?
It does have a mind and heart of its own:
The Nightlife.
We smile and laugh under its influence.
We dance under its dark shine.
And I just want it to last until I pass out.
I want it to last until everyone sees how I see this lack of light.
Light a joint,
take a couple shots,
and go out into the wild.
Im in that jungle everynight,
meeting as many night animals as I can.
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I talk about the nightlife too much for anyones taste.
lol, i just started writing and letting my mind wander.
I always blog when its dark...
tis' a shame.
O well,
Later Days