guessing, going

"guessing, going"

everyone nervously laughs. i
set down my glass and

move towards the door.

she whispers something in my ear that i don't

hear. a golden handle is cold and inviting. glass,
transparent and timeless.

i'm laughing.

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I just want to address that I hate favorite lists, music lyrics, pictures, and stereotypical teenage "musings" in blogs. Nothing about it is interesting. People are boring.

Blog for art.

Who cares about what kind of person you are?