People are foolish.
I laugh at them dancing. So eagerly dancing, trying to impress the other man/woman. So funny.
I laugh. I drink. I dance. I stare at those festive bulbs. Half conscious.
I'm drunk and I really want to write about people.
But then I'm not, I saved these words in mind. How I think about these all. Write later, I stare at bulbs again, thinking.
I dance, still really wanting to write so badly.
I remember Tsukuru, he always write when he is drunk in the party. He writes about people and how funny they ar, in the corner of a party.
Why he does the same. I don't know. We're match made in heaven. Too similar, its broken.
I still, dance and think about people, chasing other people
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