Sometime Ago...

I didn’t read a book; I wasn’t writing one either
I slept in hotels; 5 star and no star inclusive
I flew in airplanes too frequently; some for no reason
There were countless paparazzis; I felt like Daniel Craig
It was scorching hot; I sweated like a Sallah ram
Planning was mismanaged; I was disenchanted
She had long smooth brown legs; Her number should be 36
I lay down on the floor and I got teary eyes
I read my comments with no time to reply
I made, moved and cancelled bookings
The blue monochrome was not a terrible outfit
I borrowed money and I wish I did not have to
I drove a 2009 model and wished it was mine
I had endless airtime & held my phone tightly
My moment of celibacy was not by choice
I felt it all, the joy and the pain
I am here now and I have mixed feelings