I travel around, sit in random buses and walk to various places searching for inspiration- Not for writing but for living. Nothing comforts. Nothing inspires.
In a room full of sparkling eyes, my eyes wander around and rest upon your beautiful face. Your eyes, too, stroll across the room until they meet mine. Tell me without saying, were they seeking for me?
I will jump from one man to another, Popping them like pills On a dark, lonely storm, Destroying them as I do, All because I couldn't have you When I wanted to.