dress code: casual.
i need substance. really really bad. something isn't right with me. my breaths come slower and my heart has forgotten how to race. the closest i have come to feeling it was underneath the lights on a black wooden stage. i need to feel that fire. my own skin bothers me. if only i could rip it off and replace it with new. unbutton my sweater, take down my hair, wash my face. throw my sandals in the ocean. excuse me while i go lie down.
