Cigarettes always taste different after a good cry, so much more meaningful and delicious, like real good sex. It almost makes me want to light up another but I'm not about to trade this warm bed for the freezing patio, oh hell no, and besides I don't need it.
Oh this day has gone places, it's been onehelluvaloong day, and here's to tomorrow which is sure to be the same.
Hopefully less tears and less bad new, better dreams and things.
I'm just itching for the snow
I can't wait to just be in it, for a moment until I realize I miss the sun.
I need to make art,
now more than ever.
It's the only thing I can't do wrong.
catch a falling star.
xo
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