“I’m lost,” I whispered, my glass of beer hovering before my lips.
“So am I,” the friend quietly replied.
For a night devoid of conversation, we had already said too much.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
Silence is golden
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34, male and very Cancerian. Often irascible, even if he is prescient to his emotions. Lives for the resonance of beautiful passages, cinematic magic and aural bliss. Dabbles in fiction writing, photography, sketching and daydreaming in his free time, even though he is paid to do just those in a professional capacity.
He is, in other words, quite a geek.
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[...] The girlies, the guys and I had our pre Xmas dinner at Spageddies after which, he and I went to have a very serious beer at Bala. We were sitting at the bar, listening to the UnXpected, just nursing our beers. Solemn pair we made. Those are the kind of beers I love. Lost in the music and our thoughts. [...]
sometimes words are nothing but desperation – the more said, the less understood.