Last night.

I met up with an old friend. A very strange relationship this one. We met around seven years ago and have only really hung out alone three times. But each time is amazing and each time it's like we've known each other far better than we actually do.

She seems to have an amazing sense of reality. Of the fact that at the end of the day, we can control our emotions. We can remove ourselves from the equation and just let it play out, any way we see fit.

I arrived at 10:30pm. We spent around four hours living life through the animation pumped out to us by a computer screen. Everything seemed to simple. We were on the very edge of what it is to exist. The sole thought being that regardless of everything that has happened up to now to create history and anything that can happen from now to create future is of no consequence. We were alive. This was out time to be alive and we realised it entirely with our bodies and our mind, just lying on a futon at some odd hour of the night.

For once I felt alive and nothing could stop me from enjoying it.