“Blow as deep as you want to blow”
Smoker, sinner, gambler, ho. It is none of these that are in the know, yo. But to blow. Deep. Sink into the unconventional vat of real self and swim for your life or die trying. There is nothing worse than regret. Inhale deep–keep–feel–then out slow and pass the pipe, figuratively speaking.
Saturday morning. Wake up still in my black dress from last night. Still in bed as I write and wish I could magic up a cup of tea. Laughing out loud because I know I drunk texted, drunk called, drunk sang and I do not need to hurl…this girl was in control through all the i love yous last night. This girl was deep and true. This girl was her own and her own was me.