He asks me to dance but he’d told me he was a ballroom instructor and I didn’t feel like dancing. He puts on his mask. It’s the devil. He says, If I’d wanted to meet girls, I would have worn something else. But tonight…I’m incognito…
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.