I think in quips and phrases. I hear in colors and see in sounds. All of life has background music, you just have to make the lyrics up as you go along and get other people to dance with you. I'm not an addidict, baby thats a lie. Baby I don't want to quit.

I breath in and and you sigh
My hand traced down your neck
And you wish you could wrap your hands around mine
Let me out of this mascarde we've been dancing in

I know these are incoherent ramblings, but I've been sick and I haven't wrote wrote in a while so I have too many thought jumbled in my head. And I'm sleepy. Night night.

-kln-

How could I miscalculate a perfect lie from a perfect hate, its only you.