I met a girl, she had long brown hair, wore some band t-shirt and tight blue jeans which showed off her bottom half perfectly, her face was pale, no make up needed, her eyes were big, they burned a hole into my heart. Her lips stared at mine and for the first time ever i didn't feel awkward, our conversation flowed, everything felt natural, our presence was felt, people were happy, we drank and laughed at stories we shared, she was up for hearing about the shit i do day to day, she said she would come to all of my bands shows, my friends loved her. I knew i could love this girl and she knew she could love me the same.
I wake up, tired, dirty and lonely, what a nice dream. i listen to himalayan smoke.