adonis

i saw the sun rise and set twice in one day. drank too much coffee. and i'm pissed off that i can't smoke in the house anymore. fucking everyone has stayed the same- seems like only i have changed. when i sit in my booth, drinking coffee with friends, it feels like i never left at all. in my head, i'm screaming. things they'd probably never understand. i'm trying so hard to remember when, the glass fogged up and i could no longer see in. there are the things i lost....there are the things i gave up....there are the things i wrapped up in pretty paper disguising the insides. this room looks exactly the same as i left it; only the cigarette smoke has dissipated. this is exactly where and when i begin again....only this time i'm packing less and giving more of myself than i have before. i'm leaving a decade's worth of extra baggage behind, and i'm saying fuck it...because i can always buy more.