WHO IS SHE

oh, hello. i'm in hammond. home, the basement welcomes me with a cold embrace. the day has been treacherous. waking early from a night of debauchery set at my own pace. loading and packing away my belongings into a massive penske truck. lots of empty space inside. i've been hit with a wave of loneliness. i long for the on-going adventures. i pine for a love. torn up two nights ago. the ultimate chance of "i fucking love you" this is step two. there are three steps. the first is your attention. we can speak in the kitchen but i'd rather your bedroom. without the lights you move to me. step three may require your lips.