I’m having one of those nights where I can’t sleep, and I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and listening to the same song over and over again.
I’m not smoking, but I keep thinking about it. You leave me breathing heavilly, sighing dramatically. I would love to leave you in the evening with smoke curling out of my mouth and around your face.
I have found myself so feverish these days that words come tripping and falling out of my mouth before I have time to stop myself. Suddenly they are catching up with me, and I feel guilty. Who knows what idiotic things I will say tomorrow.
Maybe I will take a vow of silence and give myself time to listen to everyone else. In the moments you are brave enough to speak freely I find myself incredibly happy. Don’t stop.