Timothy

lust

I doubt you ever really happened anyway, I think you might
have been one of my drunken illusions. Now I've got steering
wheel hands and terrible daydreams, and I'm sure it won't
amount to anything, and that emptiness is comforting.
There's no room for disappointment when you have no
expectations, and everything can be as simple as sips of
absynthe on a rooftop with strangers or pouring vodka