who's fallen face down just inches from an ashtray just inches from a bright blue flame. if you could lift your head you'd be laughing. a vision lighting up the room. but every last ditch attempt is your worst offence. the shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame.
who's yelling at a stranger in an elevator for looking at you like that. all your smeary-eyed magnificence glaring back. but every last ditch attempt is your worst offence. the shortest distance between you and the bright blue flame.
