My hands look old tonight.
I went out. Rounds were bought, stories were told, bullshit was passed off as truth, and by all measures it was a lovely evening.
I went home still a bit unsatisfiedbut it is an old sort of feeling, familiar even. Im beginning to realize that I may never be rid of it, and this tentative peace Ive built with it may be the best there is.
I rode back to Rhonda's house listening to the soft plaintive whine of Lori Mckenna.
I walked quietly around to the backyard, dropped my keys in the grass, and began to undress. I slipped into the hot tub, stared up at the sky, listened to the silence, and did my damnest to drown the din in my head.
I went out. Rounds were bought, stories were told, bullshit was passed off as truth, and by all measures it was a lovely evening.
I went home still a bit unsatisfiedbut it is an old sort of feeling, familiar even. Im beginning to realize that I may never be rid of it, and this tentative peace Ive built with it may be the best there is.
I rode back to Rhonda's house listening to the soft plaintive whine of Lori Mckenna.
I walked quietly around to the backyard, dropped my keys in the grass, and began to undress. I slipped into the hot tub, stared up at the sky, listened to the silence, and did my damnest to drown the din in my head.
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southernbelle:
elmcitydrunk:
Very cool. Or hot in this case, I guess. All the hand comments I've come up with sound wierd, but I find it an interesting observation nonetheless.