Breathe this in

You are a snake. Slither around me, sly, sly creature..

Seeping through your souls gently. Whispering tales of abandonment and regret. Songs to fill you songs to make you dance in your head. Behind tightly shut eyelids, they dance. They dance till morning comes.
Do you feel me, stranger?

Indifference. These things that hurt they can only make me stronger.
"Boys don't cry", yeah mom? Fuck you. You know nothing.

So the set was quite alright I suppose. I croon gentle melodies, mind-fucking lullabies to strangers. Nobody ever pays any attention to the rugged-looking young man with his guitar.
But it's alright, I play for the love of music. I sing to those who want to listen.
I sing of stories untold, of death, of violence.
I sing, for you

Surprise, surprise. Best-friend-of-sixteen-years remembers that I still exist.
Ah well.
Things change. People change.
There is no constant. Not for me anyway.

She walked right past me today, twice actually. Her hair frames that angelic face , spirals down over her slender shoulders, spinning like threads into my raging heart. How can anybody be so breathtakingly beautiful?
Had a couple of beers awhile ago to quell the surge in this wholesome, yet empty, box.
She sees everyone
But me
I am invisible
Insignificant
The fly on her mantelpiece

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