I’m loving Mary Jane. Flying with Lois Lane on board a bullet train. Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came. 

Obviously this helps me… I think??

I’m stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock, in my own head consumed. I sit back in my room. It’s like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom. I’m like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane. My pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain. I’m living in the past. My clock’s an hour fast. Should really go and make some coffee but I can’t be fucked. I’ve lost my mobile phone, you’ll have to call my home. On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone. My grimy windows show the early morning glow, another day, another dollar in my one man show.

Sometimes at night I think too much about life and love and music and stuff.

I fell out with Mary Jane. I don’t speak to Lois Lane and I missed that bullet train. But now I know I’m glad I came.