May 8, 2001
Last night I danced, with bright lights that beautified my body and soul. Boys ate at my looks like candy as I glided in the memory of him.
So many emotions mixed within the liquor I consumed a night ago. Each sip I took was an unnecessary sip I took to ease the pain his attachment brings. Smoke clogged my innocent blues, it made me cry and made me climb under the miles of blankets to catch a breath of clear untainted air.
So much space between him and I and I constantly try to breath his air. My heart finally seems clean, washed of all breakage. Time surely does heal all wounds. As destiny knocks at Cowboys door and he glances through a tiny peep hole, only to leave me standing cold upon his door step.
-B
