Wake

Sydney return. Saw a know many friends they have not met, below the hotel's bar, I drank a glass of strawberry wine, she drank a beer, braved the dangers of driving license revoked. Bar after closing time, we stood in the doorway farewell, she changed the silence and modesty, give me hug. I think that is true, it is one of the few true journey. Make sure you will miss a memory of a city, but a momentary thing. Time, the entire Sydney because the reason of the Catholic Youth Day around the road closure, the kind of confusion, as if just to let me always remember. Adjacent to the hotel and the city's subway station, the night is still a clear female voice can be heard and broadcast the name of the station, on the train and get off to sleep listening to this sound, the heart can not be peaceful. Only a thin blanket cover, here is the coldest winter, wake up at night, I think of leaving tomorrow heart Many dismay.

Some kind of awakening, was young, it is difficult to explain why in Sydney, this strange city, even with the kind of excitement effort. It will be attributed to the thin quickly, but lie awake in the middle of the night, sit up moment overlooking the city, I clearly saw himself, and still young, full of ignorant. Little girl, little girl, little sister, in the middle of the night, when you hear people call you, it is your nature, because of the experience and the sake of great responsibility, and fewer and fewer people call you.

Red wine can not soothe the nerves, as joyous love can not people stop. They are short round break. That forgot to look over things like this, so I do not need to say my miss.

I could not help but think, Christmas see jeuce agreed with you. Only have six months is too long, enough to burn down the whole youth, firing one of Eliot's The Waste Land. Sybil, what you want. I want to die. This is the most exciting dialogue is the most intelligent choice.