Tired.

Last night, I was exhausted.
Mentally.
Physically.

I had, had enough.
and pretty much mentally checked out.

I don't even remember driving.
Thats when I know I am operating on auto-pilot.

After a bottle of champagne, and a few vodkas
I layed watching the stars.
Something I have since discovered you should never do whilst under the influence.

I layed there.
And I realised how big the world is.
The universe.
And how I never remember there is more to life than what we see, feel, know.
How it takes something like this to realise it.

And I have to say, I did romanticise it.
I did lay there, looking at the stars, wondering if he was looking at them too.
Now, in the harsh light of day, and sobriety, I realise that was a childish notion.
Not only the time difference,
But after what he went through,
I am sure I am the last person on his mind.