purple.

I'm up, as usual, at the crack of twilight

purple smoke has filled the living room

a girl with blonde hair sits in the corner with a pipe

I'm still wearing pink sunglasses from that morning

she asks if I'm doing ok

"I'm alright, just tired"

and she nods

before taking another puff on the pipe

she asks where I'm from

"nowhere in particular really,

I just kind of travel a lot"

and she smiles, saying it sounds fun

I want to tell her it's not

that there's many nights like this

where the days just run together

and you simply lose track of time

there's a kind of freedom to it, yes

a sense that you've become more of a spirit than a person

but that also leads to feeling

terribly unattatched

I can't remember this girl's name

all I know is she showed up at the previous evening's party

but other than that

she's just a girl smoking across from me

and I think that's very beautiful