Caught myself thinking where I shouldn't be. Looking where I shouldn't be. Feeling what I shouldn't be. Then I remembered where I need to be. On a walk to what they consider making it or better demonstrated by faking it. Fucking it. Loving it. Fucking loving it. and loving fucking. What to do, what to do, when the coffee is gone and the cigarettes burn out and the last ashes of you affections saunter away.
You go to sleep.
