I came home last night and threw up. I threw up all the good moments and bad moments, all the moments apart. I threw up the moments spent in the company of others, the moments drinking tea and walking on the grass. The moments when the kettle is on and you wear nothing but a cup of tea. I came home last night and I threw up all the kisses, the hugs, the words that never meant a thing. All the here and now and me and you. I threw up and all my life was vomit. Yellow, green and blue.