Chapter 3 sobriety (3)

fifteen day hug What night was it.you hug me. We sat together, as if we were taking turns competing for smoking speed. There was a long silence.After the silence, the glass ashtray was filled with long and short cigarette butts and scattered ash. If we can be silent like this for granted, it seems that we can be lovers for granted. You don't have much to say to me.So do I. Smoke too much, so often feel dizzy due to lack of oxygen.If only I could follow you unconsciously. Show you a picture of me when I was twenty.The outline is convergent, and the eyes are transparent.So thin and clear.

Sitting next to you in the sweltering backseat of a car.Your breathing changes. Ah.I am such a sensitive woman.So I often blush and feel sad. When a person laughs and laughs, he also sheds tears. You turned to look at me.The air between us became as still as water. We seem to be at odds.But there is always one person who is defeated first. Who is more sober than whom, so.Who is crueler than who.