“Neon sings through smokey eyes tonight.
It’s 2 am I’m drunk again, it’s heavy on my mind.”
I’m old enough to not know who this song is about to me anymore. Not sure if that’s better or worse or if it matters either way.
I know that I wish the nights were longer, the days shorter. That I could be in this place where feeling is real longer, where being me lasts. There is comfort in touching the words, the color, on my arms. Like touching the past, like touching what made me .... me.
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