NOT HAPPENING

It’s so tough to let go. Of all the memories that assault you when you hit places that uve been together to. Of past conversations that hit you when you least expect them to. When you are so happy one moment and the next you have tears flowing down because the music reminded you of a note you sang together. Because you were so used to being together. That one moment you are hopping from shop to shop, pub to pub with your friends and one minute while sharing a smoke you get arrested by the memory of something he said.
Everything you do is to jump back to being the rockstar you used to be. An array of pursuers behind you and each one of them pisses you off for no fault of there own. The thought of being with someone else itself is revolting. Didn’t you know that you were the one?

Sometimes it’s like watching the same dream again and again, each time with a different conclusion, depending on your own fancy. Following a rigid routine at work doesn’t help matters one bit.