It’s quarter past one.
I’m a little drunk and alone.
Eyes squint at the glare of my computer screen.
The blinking cursor daunting, taunting.
Fingers hesitant — type letter by agonising letter.
“I miss you.”
I take another shot of whiskey.
“Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now..”
Trivia: Photo taken early morning before heading to the Adelaide airport and boarding a plane that will take me to Melbourne, June 2011.