she’s looking kinda beautiful today. don’t you think? can’t promise i’ll be just okay with ‘afar’, is it okay if it get a little closer?
don’t know if it’s the cigarette smoke, dim lighting, or the 3 bottles of sake but it’s getting easier to gather up the courage
to look you in the eyes.
she’s definitely looking more beautiful today. i’m pretty certain of this. i wonder how she walks… does she keep up with london pace? or have i found a soul belonging to a wilder environment, in the kind of place where pace has no time and time has no weight.
she’s the most beautiful person i’ve seen in a while. fuck, it’s intimidating. i wonder…