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The impending transition from Greece to Germany will be difficult, yet we'll be in good company. We've been spoilt with spectacular architecture and dazzling sun in which we bathe ourselves in, bare-skinned, whenever the chance arises.
I will admit being rather exclusive these days, only seeing my mates during soundcheck and performance. My body currently does not have the endurance for nightlife in which Molks and Stef are so gifted in partaking. Instead, I'm met with healing arms on the wings of the stage, ready and willing to whisk me back to the hotel for lethargic wine imbibing and kiss-drenched whispers.
Just after soundcheck, John and I have a ritual of phoning Emily to gather the details of her day and sharing ours. It's interesting to watch the pair interact, they become so animated with one another. John never speaks to her as a child; instead she's an equal, someone who shares his flair for drama and imagination. I suppose I've always been domestic, in my own way of course. None-the-less, I should be finding all of this puzzle- piece-fitting and stillness alarming, yet I can't seem to find issue with it. What would have typically sent me dashing in the other direction in indefinable, alarming speed has this quiet appeal. I've never been a picket-fence man, yet a flat in the heart of London sounds rather smashing.
I'm old, I'm tired, I'm full of nonsense at this hour.
I will admit being rather exclusive these days, only seeing my mates during soundcheck and performance. My body currently does not have the endurance for nightlife in which Molks and Stef are so gifted in partaking. Instead, I'm met with healing arms on the wings of the stage, ready and willing to whisk me back to the hotel for lethargic wine imbibing and kiss-drenched whispers.
Just after soundcheck, John and I have a ritual of phoning Emily to gather the details of her day and sharing ours. It's interesting to watch the pair interact, they become so animated with one another. John never speaks to her as a child; instead she's an equal, someone who shares his flair for drama and imagination. I suppose I've always been domestic, in my own way of course. None-the-less, I should be finding all of this puzzle- piece-fitting and stillness alarming, yet I can't seem to find issue with it. What would have typically sent me dashing in the other direction in indefinable, alarming speed has this quiet appeal. I've never been a picket-fence man, yet a flat in the heart of London sounds rather smashing.
I'm old, I'm tired, I'm full of nonsense at this hour.