The gravy still smelled of watermelons.
its one of those nights. you know? all you want to do is turn all the lights down, take your pants off, put on your favortie playlist you made a few months ago that pretty much signifies everything you are and where you are at in your life right now, and then close your eyes. the only thing you can see is the dim purple behind your eyelids from the computer screen. no need for headphones. you feel as if everyone should hear how you're feeling, but you know they wont realize. you're just blasting a cryptic message to everyone within earshot. it makes you feel better on a certain level, but there is still the lingering feeling of cowardess. but thats the beauty of it. its made for you, by you. your daily dose of altered reality. the pieces start to fit perfectly. you atart tapping into that part of yur brain that you never use. reason. and for roughly 45 minutes the world makes sense.