you've gotta spend some time, love

strange.
i am no longer able to properly discern the difference between reality and fantasy. everything is simply a blurred line between the both.
i stood on the lawn, taking long, calming drags from a bummed cigarette.
reality seemed unimportant/
isn't it?
the wind whipped around me and i felt the chilly onset of autumn
oh, ilove her so.
i shuffled my feet and watched the cigarette burn, feigning sanity


Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?