Sunday, October 18, 2009

every time i smoke a joint, i just want to dance & write & dance & paint & dance & create

I miss summer nights, kissed with alcohol's light lips. I miss the walking these city streets late at night, the street alive only with the echo of my steps. I miss bartending a quiet bar, where the music is the only thing we need. I miss sleeping in till the afternoon when the sunlight poured in through my window. I miss seeing colors, seeing light.

I must've looked different in the summer light, because I miss you, seeing me.

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