Dates.

 Cancooned amongst blankets and pillows staring up at the whiteness of the ceiling, eyes widen letting images of picturesque scenarios run rampant among the sun-drenched room. Promises were once made, and a vocation of independence allowed the year to move quickly. Where friendships were nurtured and foundations for the new version of oneself began to take shape. A sense of gut reactions and intuition were building with a strong sense accompanied by knowledge of finally coming into an understanding with the reflection which stares back every dawn and dusk. Old scars slowly fading yet keeping the sensation of impending doom familiar. We come to a night of sweet liquor and a kind smile, there sat surrounded by livingly music and a kind soul which seems to be willing to come into contact to the one across from it. The night wraps up and with the cold ocean area, a solitary figure stares out into the twilight's sky and out into the horizon a familiar tune playing in the background and the deep pit feeling that the night was not a success, and the mechanism that brought this capitellar out into the night brings not but disappointment and lack lust emotions. All that glitters is not always gold; which brings up the topic of true gold and fool's gold.  Closed eyes now, with the wind sweeping against the pale skin caked with makeup, a figure wrapped in leather and yet truly naked and exposed to the elements. A caged organ, battered, scarred, and somehow beating. Fully nourished, a sense of self, with minor insecurities, comparisons loomed and inescapable.  Kisses while a craving are reserved, a revelation due to the skepticism and past mistakes made. Emotions run ramped as the car drives down the highway, bed welcoming the weekend warrior.