three irish whiskeys later

there’s a consequence to all of this. Withouth the eloquence to bring it all to the forefront at the present moment. The way the thought of you in the cab ride home brought a smile that only felt like a sweet release home. Or the way the idea that the very nature of the world sounds the same, but different, outside the confines of the own place I call home. There only a few plane-hours away. Perhaps everything comes as a consequence of consuming these acts of substance atop a day’s worth of meals constituting several coffees and failed attempts to consume crisps. Cheese and salami. Later. Maybe that’s all it is. That delivers me into this attempt to say the things I dare not. If for no other reason than I believe that you’ll allow it.