coyote1284

I like to consider myself lucky, but in regards to relationships, I'm always a minute late or a dollar short. So, now, the nicotine and caffine course through my veins. Ashes fall like dying flies and smoke hangs like a halo around her head. She puts down her celular phone and sighs. It was a muffled male voice that came from that phone just seconds ago, but I only caught her end of the conversation. I am doomed to be "the friend". A position that I fill too uncomfortably well. The rad ones don't remain in available status for long around here. And God knows I'll never find the one I'm searching for in this machine. Good night, moon, carry this kiss to her, my love and every one hence untill i can deliver every one of them myself.