What is it about pictures lately, this one time I just had to share visually too.
 

I decided it was high time we went back to Paris, slightly spiritually rather than physically. 

I spotted a gig online that was happening in twenty minutes a ten minute walk away from my house, so I rather hastily (knowing I had quite a few things to do) messaged my friend, she was keen I was keen 'the rest is history' as they say, I thought the night was getting a bit too interesting when this lady asked if we were poets or musicians and if we would like to do a set after she had finished hers. I thought about it and was really wanting to but just couldn't think of anything to justify sitting in front  of the mic, so a life lesson I've learned is to carry with me my notebook, one for writing one for reading if the moment were to arrise, I could just return at the same time next week i'd have time to arrange and rehears a little.

I knew another close friend may be in town so we met her at a club, this involved dancing, cartwheels (not my own) and a real school disco environment in the room down stairs at this point it was time to leave. The nice 90's lady from the open mic was outside, we chatted about daffodils an stuff an I have a feeling I'll either be seeing her a lot in the future or never again, can't say why. We three (incl. my friends buh'fuh) then proceded to go onto the horrible messy street in town in search of a place to chill and drink, luckyily it was closed, completely dead, I went to a kebab house to use the facilties  - these werent public facilties and I really did fear for my safety the whole time I was in there. 

A wild night you see. It really wasn't, I loved spending time with my friend, I always do, I think at the moment, I'm searching, seeking out crazy/brilliant situations, and not really in tune with what is happening around me, ever so slightly I feel like an adrenaline seeker. We did find some great smelling freshly laid bark though, took me right back to primary school. At one point when my friend was sitting down on it some disgusting man shouted 'looks like someones on acid', yeah well his face looked like an acid bath, and the experience smelt amazing so duck him! I slept through my alarm and woke at four this afternoon. Now I have all this energy but am resisting going out though I know people are out. I just want to be with my closest family & friends, that is where the adrenaline/seretonine is at. So where tomorrow, London, North Wales, over seas.... or just 'climbing trees'.