159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself. 159 days = 22…
On nights when I can barely keep my eyes closed, my mind just wanders. Aimlessly. Sometimes, I think of you. The hows and the whys. Repeatedly.
History: I wrote this sometime in 2005 (damn, I am really getting old) and was posted in the now barely alive Peyups.com. This was one of my most commented articles there. Enjoy.
Today, I caught a glimpse of the date and realized that first month of the year just ended. Sounds cliché but the time indeed went by so fast. Looking back, did I accomplish anything writing wise over the past months? Let’s see:
It started with some incoherent thoughts. Then eventually, a few simple paragraphs followed that turned into several chapters. I hungered, got drunk and wrote more each day. Writing freed me from the madness, from the real world, from myself.