Why such a nasty remark, with such a nasty tone, with such a nasty...
disposition. In such a nasty sort of seeking situation, where the comments leak with hesitation... as it makes anyone nervous to say to a person. If the smoke's still lingering, as it usually does, and the atmosphere just isn't the same as you wanted it to be. Fainted and re-imagined in memory, until the tiny details favored are lost in made-up wonders of what really was and what might've been, yet never was hasn't been.
      So thinking it over, and over again. I'm not much for an explanation, but fairly is how I feel I represent present contexts over pale comparisons of the past. And when you capture it in concept, you must've determined what the concept has to mean to yourself and everyone.
     Lost in the art of the wall decorations, light lightly-humming music in the background of a restaurant with drinks in hand... Just water and lemon and obviously-lacking conversation. What I love most is the excuse that there's nothing to prove.