Just Things

There are things that I have seen or felt and never will again. There are others that will return to me soon enough.
There are things inside of me that should probably stay there, but sometimes they wriggle their way past the surface.
There are things I see as clear as day, although the world will disagree and urge me to look the other direction.
There are people who don't want to be seen, don't want to be loved, and insist you leave them be.
There are times when I walk through life asleep, and miss everything it's trying to show me.
There are words that dance around my mouth, but never quite come out.

All in a night's work

Going to the bar too often lately. Drinking cheap, shitty beer, listening to dumb, shitty music. Inhaling second-hand smoke, smelling like an ash tray the next day. People watching. Creepy guys hitting on easy girls. Faking smiles and stuffing dollars. Scanning for signs of intelligent life. Being alone, again. Being a ghost. Looking for an exit, a bridge, a light. Having enough of it, disappearing without a trace.

Welcome, bitches!

I wanted to break it in, even though it's far too late for me to really write anything. I hope I can be half the blogger my amazing woman is. Don't count on it.