The night. It stares me straight in the eyes and obliterates me into pieces.
If I've ever had a weakness I suppose it's sleep and love.
I was thinking. Of this girl. Blonde hair. Lost soul.
Confused. Not good publicly. A girl I met in a peculiar place.
Almost like a better place for her, but then again a hell-hole is never fun.
I remember that white snowy day.
I took.... A glance...
You seemed scared.
Across the room with your black striped skin tight sweater.
I wondered.... Who is she?
She was beautiful.... In grey.
That girl later changed my life.
Left the hell-hole before me.
We got close. She was.... Something else.
Played that acoustic guitar with small hands.
I remember the day she got blood all over her new sweatshirt.
Haha.
Good memories.....
She's gone now...
In a far off distance.
If she was ever to see this...
Yes, it's me. I miss you.
Contact me?
Oh... That fuckin word. "oh". Always overused.
Haha.
Another sleepless night.
