I know we just met in this abandoned bar. I know I hardly know you and you know me. But, please, before we go on any further:
How much does this life consume you?
Are you tormented by its trials as it drags you from sleep to play?
Are your Friday nights wide open and blank for someone to fill,
but no one will?
Are you genuinely happy with who you are? Not what you look like, but what your soul says when it's laid out plain in front of a stranger. How does it look, finger drawn on the back of someone else?
Are your days so full you can't squeeze a single bit of plans in between them?
Your minutes stretched out so thin they shake with the weight to stay together?
Are you satisfied?
-S
