Candace Camisado™ [Doesn't Fight Fair]

my car and my…

I feel like crying. But tonight I’ll blame it on the light. And the fact the backs of eyelids and my glossy browns are more like long lost friends. Late nights leave me alone in my head, which is never a good place to be anymore. Head like a steel trap, wish I didn’t… If it looks like I’m not listening, I probably am. If it looks sounds like I’m not looking, I probably not. The crazy thing is, my smiles always reach my eyes, but it’d b nice to go south for the winter; to a place a little more central. 
It’s always a me thing.

a smiles. “I don’t understand you.”
b smiles back. “Neither do I.”