Stumbling around with that glazed over look in your eyes. What's so great about watching your life, your moments, fly by you when you're too caught up in the sky to even notice? It's lovely, that way you can't tell right from left. Your dignity, integrity, just danced to the ceiling with smoke.
I really like this steff (If I can call you that).
I'm a little confused about what it's about though.
Is she talking about a drunk guy or what? That's the part I don't really understand.
But other than that I do like this piece, write more!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind
