The mild interest has burnt out you're on the floor, blacked out too high to lift a finger you lie there with no regret feeling the waves and sinking into the couch.
relaxation, calmness, peace.
Breathing life into yourself you let it out and pass it along you see their faces stare into their eyes and get lost in the moment.
wonder, amusement, curiosity.
Tap your fingers with anticipation your body sways side to side foot tapping to the beat of the rain fiddle with the light switch and pace to the door.
excitement, hope, anxiety.
Touching her skin, but not really every inch you move forward she moves ten back so you just sit there and amuse the thought.
inane, joyous, free.
Tape the memories to the wall paint a picture that shows it raw give them their story adding your own tunes and then live your own life.