Wednesday, September 14, 2011

"I sometimes fantasize.." she starts saying, then quickly stops and starts loading her pipe knowing she can't finish her thought without smoke in her lungs.
Light. Inhale. Exhale.
"I sometimes fantasize about running away somewhere beautiful. Somewhere where nobody can find me, and nobody knows me. I can come and go as I please and it will always stay the same. Where no worries can even touch me and I can just gaze out upon the sky and look at all my accomplishments and people in my life, all the mistakes I've made and the choices I've made and.."
Light. Inhale. Exhale.
"..just be happy."
"I want to make you happy." He says.

























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