35 minutes

In 35 minutes. I go to sleep. It ends. My holiday ends. I am no longer master of my affairs. I answer to clock, and co workers. Tonight I went out, to a pub. No real reason, I just got bored of the quiet.

Once again, I look west, over a distant star, and wish I was elsewhere.

Happy Birthday Nicole.

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