I want to deny it, but my vision is getting a little hazy. With so many people and bottles falling over, I worry about what can be replaced between the liquid, and well.. whatever else is being wasted. My friends’ voices seem to grow distant in the smoke, or maybe they were never here to start with. With bright lights and loud music, I question how anyone finds love here. Or anything meaningful. How does one find anything at all?
My intentions get lost somewhere between the entrance and when we fall onto the bed. Soft skin seems to smooth out my mind into something easily wrapped around us as she pulls me towards ideas I never believed in.
They say that not all those that wander are lost, but I am.
I’m very lost.
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