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a singularly strange week, as one year leaped to strangle a new one. I might lack coherence, and mutely observe. Forlorn, slightly stoned, mad colours behind my eyes. But, never expected such strength from myself. An almost dying best friend on my lap, speech-slurred, eyes rolled backwards, tiny hands holding my bosom, and the tragic stench of vomit. Surreal night, and you seemed so solid. Hospital action, sick heroic dad, endless caffeine, people people, mad rush of people, dying youth in the nightmarish, very sanitized lift. Blue is the colour of sleep. Blue is the colour of my new found self.