Sunday, 29 November 2009

Help me soothe my worried looks.

The sun has barely found its place in the morning sky but excitement is shooting through my veins. The music, the messages, the expectations for the night which should not be there but linger and call on my attention from the back of my mind. Butterflies. Not normal ones, no. Black ones in worhsip of all things night-time, like alcohol, lust and cocaine.