the music, it's loud and intrusive. blaring through one hemisphere of my mind to the other, I make my way through the flood of bodies, following your ash blonde escapade. taken by complete admiration I watch, you down your drink so fast. your voice, it's so smooth. It sounds like sweet honey, running through a warm beverage. you're so at ease here in this place, walking mercilessly from one room to another, contributing to each conversation with a suitable remark. oh, how do you manage to handle yourself with such, immense grace? I would love you to teach me one day.
