A Creature Of Habit

A creature of habit, am I

Vodka, it is, sometimes wine

and so it is with most things in my life.

A scooter it is,

formal clothes to boot, 

a haircut of 10 years

and a barber even longer. 

A passion of 11 years

and dream for life.

A love for movies and fantasy

An escape from conflicts.

Never the same,

in love though.
The way to love.
A creature of habit, yet again.

To cultivate though

the habit of love, for one

stop the game of seek and fall

But, alas, its one habit

that seems to elude

yet again.

~ 25th July 2010

These are posts I wrote on a tissue sitting at a local bar in Prague in January 2010.