Sleeping

2:43 am, I kicked her, accidentally, she stayed there motionless. In
the peaceful tranquillity of slumber, the night is forgotten to her.
The Birthday girl throwing up, the swarms of people outside doing
what's "cool" (smoking, drinking, drugs); all of it is a distant blur
to her as she lies fast asleep before the unlit fireplace. What could
she be dreaming of? A golden city? No, she is better than that. A
conversation arises in the room, noise from silence. She speaks, but
only for a moment then she falls below the physical world again. Below?
no, above. A World where anything can be She rises and asks not once,
not twice, but three times,
" What the hell are you doing" (isn't she an angel).
They all woke up together like a congression rising to sing the hymn of
the day.
# 1, she spilt water on #2's jacket. #2? Well he didn't mind, he was
high along with #3 and #4, but Her, She can't be numbered. She smoked
some and drank some but somehow she still stands more straight then the
rest. Love? No! How could I? I don't even know her. Well, I know the
surface her but the surface only shows so much (her face, hands, neck,
on a warme day, her arms, on a warmer day her legs, annd on a warmest
day her shoulders).
As sobriety takes a hold of me once again, I only find myself more in
love (for lack of a better word) with her. But love doesn't matter, it
doesn't even exist, not in the world we are in together (world # 2 and
world # 3 (talking and thought)) Do I want her? Of course! I can't even
know what she is doing now but I am beside Her. I love Her! Do I want
to? I DON'T KNOW! PUKING GIRLS TOMB