It's quarter past four o'clock in the morning, cold as ice outside, I can't sleep, got some relentless insomnia tonight.
I've got a strong urge to put on a wet suit and go swimming down the beach in pitch black waters.
The sky is magnificent, full of stars and topped with a full moon.
Fuck knows whats under the black water but for some reason I feel compelled to swim.
Weirdly I'm not scared, which is odd. Maybe a little nervous but more excited, like when we were kids lighting bonfires down the sand dunes.
I'm so bloody tempted.
So this is where I say good night.
May the force be with me lol.