Last night I went and caught up with friends that I haven't seen in several months. It was lovely to talk and laugh, and I had a fair few drinks. It was nice to have the sensation of feeling out of control again. To have a break from everything. The drink hit my head, and on the train ride home, the rocking movement made me feel like I was flying in a sense. I couldn't stand still without the aid of a bar, and it was a beautiful and relaxed feeling.
This morning I awoke. The light flooded in to my eyes, waking my brain back from it's daze. And I saw folders, and work, and the rest of my life.
Seems like magic can only be here temporarily.
But still. It was all totally worth it.
