Speak to me without talking.
Those eyes can slice me open and say a million things before i have had a chance to blink. They plead, they invite, they inquire, they command. And i, as always, obey. i accept.
The poster on the wall has been read many times, but i still cannot tell you what it says. That couple is making out quite a bit and the girl has one of those ass tattoos, I like mine much better. I’m still not a fan of the “skirt-over-pant” fashion. These songs sound similar, this gin is smooth. iI am alone at the bar. My gut is hollow and my thoughts are everywhere. I collect my things and bundle up for the outdoors. Leaving again. But there’s always time for one more for the road. Always time to say something regrettable, always time for one more slice.
I was sad on the walk home. (but not unhappy)