another drink to pass the time that seems to stand still. and the yearning for a lighter child doesn't dim as fast as the hope for the realization of the yearning. another sip of this spoilt water to create a feeling not nearly as boring as the feeling i feel now. on this sticky island life becomes slower and food and liquor create any speed that you may feel.
and the not so good looking shorter person that i slept with the other night, yearns for my attention. or so i would like to think. but he probably just used me for my body, and I let him make me feel more important than i really am. am i making you sick with the motion of my thoughts? imagine that supersonic treadmill running inside your head all day long. and the likes and dislikes of any particular person catch up with you before you have the chance to look back. before you know it, if you give him/her enough time, she grabs your attention with what used to be the most annoying aspect of her diamond.