skip, skip, skip go happy feet as the little flower unearths herself from the pot that ( forever ) roots her ;; but not tonight. She's as free as a bird ;; soaring through the Halloween skies. Honey orbs glisten with glee -- who knew fresh air and a change of scenery could brighten such a dark soul. The only way this night could get better is if she could enjoy a nice little cancer stick. So we dig into pockets, emerging from the deep hole a cigarette. Score! Dried lips accept the stick ;; but we’re soon met with utter disappointment. No lighter.
❛ Fuck. ❜ A pout now sports on previously happy lips. Eyes scan through the crowd, looking for someone to be our savior. AH-HA! There, among the night dwellers, we find a boy who lingers by himself. Good enough, we think -- slowly approaching our target. ❛ Yoooo! ( ew -- too chipper ) You got a light ? ❜ We wait, the awkward silence stabbing away at our impatient heart. Please, kid, feed our fixation.
@cousln