mmmmmmhmmm.

Restless from a life of fright—a fright of life—and feeling light, she lights a cigarette, at the pause of a stoplight.

I feel very strange lately. I know this is transitory, but as always, I am wrapped up in now. There is no future for me, only this moment, and what has led me to this moment.

Life is not a pleasure, only a necessity. The bright times plus the ugly ones do not add up to the sum of a whole—there is a hole.