The pub.
She is beautiful,
she sat down next to me.
Her energy is intense,
far more than I want to deal with.
She keeps talking to me,
in fact she's talking to me now,
but I find it more peaceful to ignore the company and just drink
i get paid to talk, I'd rather relax in peace.
...I have become an antisocial bastard.
Thank god she started talking to someone else.
Friday 17th March 2017 5:22 am
Alone but not lonely.
Another hotel,
another lobby,
warching the beautiful people walk by,
dinner alone, bourbon in hand and a meal fit for a king.
A part of me wants to share the experience with another,
but that would just mean conversation...
Friday 17th March 2017 5:15 am
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