I wake up in the middle of the night. The air is heavy and my head's screwed on too tight. In the glow of the christmas lights i watch you sleep.On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.
In reality, I have met all the people that I deem close enough to where if I die then I can die happy. Strange thing is that more people continue to add their flava to the mix and I love them for it. I am happy when people are real. So then it comes to that I would want to meet Someone that I could eventually call a friend. I would like to meet more people like the friends i love, hard to think that more people that awesome can exist though.i love my friends and anyone around knows when i can't stop kissing them (sorry Emily). I'd like to meet someone that can tell me some cool/uselss movie fact. Anyone that is generally interesting, oh, and the guy who invented those little keychains of animals that poop when you squeeze them oh oh and Stephen Hawking because that man has sick game with the ladies. I don't know if I need to meet anyone else now that I have Emily