:: 3 am. ::
I just got home.
There's noone to talk to and there really isn't anything much to do even though i'm pretty sure i was coming up with alot more things to do along the way out of camp.
...this seriously is one hell of a lonely morning.
I'm listening to this Sigur Ros track and the only thing i can picture is me coming out of that fucking organism of a jungle about 4 or 5 hours ago, sweat collecting under the helm and feet about to combust at any given moment.
At least we scored good on the navex.
At least now i've got my three stripes and the combat skills badge.
At least i have more money.
At least.
I remember Mrs Wee always telling me i had this pretty fucked up way of making the bad look better with 'at least'.
At least i'm still saying at least(?)
I remember thinking about why i felt it was so important to get the hell out of mandai asap and just get home, quickly - away from everything, away from everyone.
The bed, the smell, the writings on the wall. The chance of waking up just to catch that little bit of purple blue sunlight i always loved to watch. The knowledge of waking up to maybe see nice little messages or two from the people that mattered.
I came back for that. and i'm pretty sure alot more.
I really wonder what i've earned all this time.
_
spoken. at 3:15 AM
I just got home.
There's noone to talk to and there really isn't anything much to do even though i'm pretty sure i was coming up with alot more things to do along the way out of camp.
...this seriously is one hell of a lonely morning.
I'm listening to this Sigur Ros track and the only thing i can picture is me coming out of that fucking organism of a jungle about 4 or 5 hours ago, sweat collecting under the helm and feet about to combust at any given moment.
At least we scored good on the navex.
At least now i've got my three stripes and the combat skills badge.
At least i have more money.
At least.
I remember Mrs Wee always telling me i had this pretty fucked up way of making the bad look better with 'at least'.
At least i'm still saying at least(?)
I remember thinking about why i felt it was so important to get the hell out of mandai asap and just get home, quickly - away from everything, away from everyone.
The bed, the smell, the writings on the wall. The chance of waking up just to catch that little bit of purple blue sunlight i always loved to watch. The knowledge of waking up to maybe see nice little messages or two from the people that mattered.
I came back for that. and i'm pretty sure alot more.
I really wonder what i've earned all this time.
_
spoken. at 3:15 AM
