Pretty girls

I sleep little these days. I laugh a lot. Smoke a lot. Drink more often - sometimes I get tipsy, more often than not I don't. I've been talking with new people, some I just met, some I've known for a while but nonetheless people who are not regulars in my life. I've found that talking to strangers often feels refreshing.

"Lets go meet new people. Lets pass them by and smile, lets make them invite us, we are after all pretty girls in a prettily clumsy town, lets meet them and then disappear if we feel like it."

I let her drag me around, too sober for that but people we met all the same. It always happens when around magnetising people. We tasted the best rum I've drank in a while and had a shot of Smirnoff North, sweet as a cake at the tip of my tongue.

We sand tango at the bus stop ignoring strangers and we pretended to be tourists and drunk.

And realised you're only as magnetising as you want to be.

I think after all, I might start walking up to people that I find interesting with the only trick at hand being honesty.

"Hey, I thought you looked interesting."

*

If I am to be
entirely honest and completely truthful,
I don't care much about anything these days.
Oh the bliss of it.
I do things on my own pace
and to hell with them all.

*

  I've been on a fantastically good mood since since last week - there have been the usual down moments but all in all my spirits have been high. Summer is almost here and I'm trembling at the prospect of Berlin. My Erasmus papers are not ready yet but they will be soon. I'm broke but I try not to worry - unsuccessfully more often than not but no matter. University is going bad as always, I really detest academic learning some times but I'm trying to make up for all the time that I've left to pass me by. I sleep little but I do not care. I've been smoking and drinking a bit more - never to the point of getting drunk - and I've spent most of the past days dancing till the early morning hours. 

  I'm trying to pick up reading again, I feel like my world has not been expanded for a while now and the thought chokes me.

Kissers timeline

My first kiss
was clumsy and awkward
on New Year's some years ago
with a dark haired boy called Orpheus
that I had just met and never met again
and who tasted like McFarland.

The second boy I kissed
was sandy-haired Stefan
whom I never cared to see again.

The third one matter.

The fourth one
was a guy
I never cared to ask his name for.

I don't think there has been one sober kiss.
Certainly not one repeated.