for the night.

I sit here at night, this dark melancholy state, I'm surrounded by Atmosphere which consumes me. It's late. I write sad stories about love lost and love which never falters. With my whiskey I commiserate..

I smoke a million last cigarettes while you're running marathons in my head, I'm still trying to catch my breath.

"go to sleep my little time bomb.."

xx, loveLC