Candy Bars and Futurama at midnight

Tram rides, bad weather and and a tipsy mind make for a bad ride home.
I think of all things good, they are obviously what you are not able to have at that moment; otherwise you wouldn't stop to think about them.
I think of all things bad, and it never stops.

I think of you and how we walked here and there. Now you know where those places are.
I look at my candy bars which i'm to eat now and think of how you will always give me healthy advice, if not for my physique, for my mind. A constant S shape in my mind so clearly carresses your cheek to your neck and i feel i could grab on to the real you, so much the manque has become concrete.
I don't want to think, yet absence of thought leads me right back to you.

I walk out of the tram and the harsh rain has been intterupted by a warm wind so powerful i can feel it push through me and enter my veins. Close my eyes and breath in the comfort of an omnipresence i have nothing to do with and the pleasure that i can't control.