I am drunk, kind of.
I want to be out. Dancing. Making noise, making music, making love?
It's funny how I feel so liberated but I'm stuck here in my apartment. If I lived downtown I'd walk out my door and grab the first person I saw. I'd say something to them to try to make them see.
To be open and honest leaves us open and vulnerable, we all know that. I am open. I am open to the world.
Come and get me.
Am I just drunk? I feel high as a kite.