These Friends are Bad Influences
I don't know when Infatuation became designated driver, with Attraction riding shotgun. I'm clinging on, a poor passenger painfully perceptive to the patterns present, breathing in open air. Right there - an unruly eagerness gnaws at my incorporeal bones of thought, agitating 'til anxious thought is garbled speech, stones swiftly thrown at the window while Infatuation drives me by. I don't know if she's noticed me, or has but chose to neglect my apparent advances. The remotest possibility of her glances suspect to my frantic window-waving. Infatuation and I are at the pier. Attraction's rockin' out to Lauv. I'm told it's crucial that I be here - how else would I know how to fall in love, if I don't know what it feels to be sinking? ~~~ Finished this May 5th, 2019. Didn't really want to post this 'til I felt sure about the wording. Cheers!