its 3:31am. wide awake. passed out 10:52pm. developing a routine. similar thing happened last night.

outside the wind blows. leaves rustle in the distance. the chill is welcome. no doubt.

it's great to be back. freedom tastes so sweet. sick and sad of how home has descended into a political battleground. it's better here. sometimes it's easier to run away.

the undercurrent. it hangs. like a dead dog in the open. don't wanna notice it. but you do. try to adjust. can't. try to cope. barely hanging in. supper with friends. brilliant.

it stays. you leave. with a tinge of regret. of the dramatic descent. it's easier. here in sydney. the tendrils of chaos can't reach you. at least for now. calm before the storm. the inevitable.

its 3:41am. ten minutes. outside the wind blows. the chill sets in.