Sweet Cherry and Cigarettes

I felt autumn creeping in early yesterday, and I pined for days long passed. There were walks for hours, wine under a bridge and hot tea in dark cafes with the best people. My friends. Long gone. I've started to take my medication again, in the hope of resuming some balance in my life and lighting a candle in the cavernous gloom. I miss my friends, sometimes. They have lots, I have only them.

I'm on another diet again, yay. -_-
So far I've eaten a lot of ice-cream, chocolate, cake and jerky. Erm. Yeah, I don't know what happened either? PMS much... But I've been two days without alcohol, and over the last four days have not been drunk. It could be due to the tonsillitis (which has only been made worse by smoking far too much), but let's just call it progress for now.

I want to go for a long dark walk through the concrete woods, two A.M chill and shadows. Echoes in the streets   that entice you to walk deeper, deeper still and find new places to be calm. Walking at night, no need for makeup. The shadows will play new features across your face. Tricksy light, always shifting, never still.

I've decided I'm going to restart my creativity drive, and actually do something in my free time. Hopefully scans to follow. Too much free time, too much intensity, not enough outlet (or sex. More sex too please. Lots more.) I might even scan in some of my old stuff, I only wish my computer was good enough to support Photoshop without seizing and bluescreening on me. Eh, can't have everything.