its all happening

rainbow colored cigarettes.
grey smoke.
and transparent raindrops.

I'm looking out my window, waiting for night to fall so I can hit the town. It's raining with happens to confused my wardrobe a bit and my curly hair. But nothing that can't be overcome.

confused notions.
taken too seriously.
and left undiscussed.

People I surround myself with don't happen to be very good at communication - or so is the case 90% of the time. What to do with their non-spoken sentiments. Filling in the blanks isn't as much fun as it was when I was a child.

restless nature.
an impatient spirit.
and a loving, but guarded heart.

I stay the same time and time again. It seems to only be my surroundings that change. And you.