The night will go away

Time will keep me on my toes

Sleep is not my friend.


Classic Case Of The One Night Stand

Waking up to a stranger, laying side by side, her body attached to my existence in the quiet room, hungover. Underneath the covers there is a human being with a name I don’t know. I don’t remember her coming to my room, how did she get to my house anyway? I was trying to get fucked up, not fall in love. I wonder if Jane Doe thought we had made love or something. You got yours and I got mine, let’s just say we broke even. 

Who are you?

You don’t remember?

No, I don’t.