Sitting here in my panties, knees folded near my bare chest. Listening to the song everything changes from Staind, squinting my eyes typing this just because I feel like it. I should grab my glasses.
Better. Now I’m leaned back, pulled on a shirt and just might start to stare blankly at the screen.
“If you just walked away, what could I really say? Would it matter anyway, would it change how you feel?”
How on earth did I manage to remember this long ago song that I use to love out of the blue? Right now I wish I have my guitar with me.
Or rather, anybody's guitar will do.
Been awhile since there’s any progress in my sketch book, right now there’s a circle, cone, square, rectangle.
21 years old.