Spinning on chairs, the blacklights making pocket link and hoodie lint seem like a brilliant starlit sky, I was content to lie on a half broken couch missing coushins and stuffing. Sittng on pool tables with sharpies scr…

Tell me why it is that I feel like this. Take a look at me and tell me is it something that we said or something that we forgot on our way to here. Broken promises litter the floor strewn with photographs of the past. Th…