Afternoons

Coffee and chocolate. Sometimes tea.


I waste the twilight hours of the day, intimate with my vices.


My addictions. The line between the two is blurred, hazy.





And then, the next day, running away my guilt.





Creativity and orinignality. Where have you gone?





Currently reading: The beautiful and the dammed. (again?)


Status? Page eight. I never seem to have the time anymore. And yet, I still waste days, hours, minutes.