Never again, no more is hard to get my head around.
Observatory, crosswords, tea, wine, cigarettes, laughing, stern, good food.
And then the next day, everything is the same, everything is different. I feel like I've changed height, looking at everything from just slightly a different point of view.
There’s so much I want to say. So much I’ll never ask. But the words never make it out of my head.
