The trickle that cauterizes my internal soul. Will I be formidable? Will I see the shiny array of light that craves dependency? Will I crawl through the sand and hope for a believable future...
A future outside the massive wave of anxiety and stress that pumps through my veins....
The light beams at the elusive audience. I quiver at the sight of their attraction, they'd leave if they didn't want to be here. But they don't have anything better to do on this night. Aside from the upcoming show and the entourage of booze and debauchery that would encapsulate their driven-thoughts, they really had nothing to look forward to in this small town. I didn't. So I was sure they didn't also.
