saturday night and sunday morning pt. II

i left the apartment yesterday, midnight. i had been very tired all evening, from doing nothing all day. but good souls are a good argument and so i left the apartment at midnight. walked to the train station with 40 euros in my pocket and a handful of expectations.
i just got home from a weekend odyssey. tired as hell. gone the 40 euros, but my heart and head filled with things i wish to remember for quite a while.
this is a good city. it's a painfully good city when i am enjoying myself.
but then i think of the enjoyment's backdrop and even the good souls can't help me there.

for now let's call it a weekend.