Trouble.

It’s times like these, (Sunday nights when you realize you have to go back to your real life that you’ve just been spending the last two days trying to escape), that you think you can’t be bothered.

You can’t be troubled with things like:
The laundry
The dishes
Not meeting anyone
Meeting all the wrong ones
Drinking too much
Missing the train
Being late to work
That light bulb you’ve been meaning to change.

You can’t be bothered with these things anymore when all you can think about are the massive moments in life that you can’t do anything about.

It’s times like these (with the dishes in the sink and the lights still out), that you think about how you try to say out of it, how you’re told to keep away, to avoid at all costs – trouble.

But trouble is like a rain storm, even when you bring an umbrella (and are prepared enough to have brought one), it still gets you.