Contact Through City Lights

So I haven't approached the blog or the writing from this angle in quite some time.

Out for the night, home tired, thinking hazy; hazy for no reason I can think of, it's not like it is late. Interesting people, as usual; it's fun to meet someone new. Seeing old friends again is nice.

I'm alternating in my head how I want to write this; it's hard to decide between rhythmic 'verse' or prose. Or I could simply spew my thoughts in a long-winded sentence that goes nowhere and runs on and repeats itself, like the way that I am organizing my thoughts at this moment, if this could even be called organization, because I don't really see it as such.

Strange relationships with nightlife.

It feels so much easier to write exhausted. I'm having trouble getting the words because I'm too awake.

There isn't much to say, apparently.

Blue city lights and white-washed ferries. Walks over the river and photos flashed in dark. There isn't much else to see.

I suppose this is making contact, although with what I cannot say.