My only one night stand I had during my separation told I looked like I was losing my soul and near a mental break down. You smile, but it's more like a crack in your sanity. I barely knew her. Yet she saw that. Since then I got better, at least for awhile. Now I wonder what my smile looks like. Does it resemble someone waiting for final box to say goodbye to everyone that are only there to make sure he won't spread his sickness that taints everyone he loves? Even love dies in hell. Be seeing you soon BX442.
