Was that his name? The one from "catcher in the rye"
Man, I feel like him tonight.
Lost, alone
yeah...
yeah, OK, I admit it, lonely
I confess...lonely
I walked into a nearby pub. It used to have poetry readings, I used to go there with a g/f a thousand years ago...or so it seems. Whatever.
I look at the booth we used to sit. No, I don't miss her but I miss something
You know that feeling...missing something.
The girl at the bar give me the eye, she looks me up and down, but then she is suddenly joined by a protective b/f - you know the type - he owns her, he lets the bar know. I sit down, she steals another look. She doesn't want to be with him but she can't leave - she is insecure. She looks at me but...my face is expressionless. She shows alot of leg. Whatever.
I wander the streets, it's still winter here - * * * * , it's always winter in Canada...it fits my mood.
I wish I still smoked, I miss it sometimes...
I should go home and go to sleep, I have to work tomorrow. But the apartment is lonely....I will wander some more maybe...
I live in a big city, a city full of lonely people, why can't we just meet up somehow?
No one will read this post...whatever.