Edison lights, wooden tables and some folk music.

It’s become so hard to pinpoint exactly what I’m thinking, feeling, or what I want to express anymore. Either for lack of wanting to be introspective, or just being out of practice. I’ve lost touch with some part of myself that used to love writing about what is going on in my head and heart. Perhaps it was years of living with someone who would tell me to stop purposely being sad, but I think sad is my natural state of being. Melancholy. Water is wet, Moses is melancholy. I’ve always valued solitude. I’ve always been an introvert, but more than anything, right now, I want the company of just a few good friends and family, at a quite bar where we can talk, drink and laugh for a short while.