Night is for music and photos…for rambling and over thinking…shedding tears and smothering laughter. These moments are most intimate and perfect and sharing them is beautiful, but to only be dealt out with caution.
At night the past floods the mind…dark alley wondering, flickering lights, panting, sweating, red line, brown line, transfers, running, chasing, alcohol, weed, heroine, coke, fixes, friends, hospitals, hugs, parties, dancing, fainting, carrying, vomiting, laughing, home.
Despite my exposure to all the good and bad in life, I’m innocent as hell and I know it.
I still have plenty to see, learn, and comprehend.
Still trying to decode their language, babbling in my highchair I’m cooed at. I have some growing to do but I’m not rushing it, I’m me and I’m not going to sacrifice that for an image...even if I totally don't fit in sometimes haha
P.S. Charlie, I like you, thank you for liking me too.
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