Manifestation of Frustration

Things are startin to look up. I went out for a day on the town with Bonnie, she had to get a new coat, I had to get out and free my mind a little. Its weird going from a hero to zero, yet somewhat relieving at the same time. Me and Bonnie walked all up and down newbury street, chatting, jarring, window shopping, normal shopping. It flowed really easy. She was trying on a coat in Cole Hahn, and I was waiting outside acting as her judge, deeming each coat worthy or unworthy. Though I still am not big time at all, they shut down the store for us, I think Bonnie liked this a bit too much. She came out showing a few coats off, some with fur, one that was mad poofy, one that was snakeskin, one that was leather, you name the material she probably tried it on.

I heard a little scream from the dressing room, I went over and opened the door to see if everything was ok, she looked right at me and smiled, "This is the one!" She looked amazing, and I tried to let her know, though shes one who already knew it, and isn't afraid to use it. "Wow" was all I could mutter, I stepped in and the door shut behind me. Again we had another moment, nothing was said but we both knew what was up. I slowly moved closer and kissed her, ran my fingers through her hair, I felt her goosebumps as I accidentally brushed her neck. 

And then just as easily as it began it stopped, she pulled away, couldn't look me in the eyes, and said "I can't"

After that the rest of the day seemed sort of average, even a little forced at times. It was definitely just the manifestation of frustration, I asked about Byron but she just dodged the questions keeping it simple like "Hes good to me", I took this as a stab, implying that I wasn't. We said our goodbyes, we knew we would be talking again soon we didn't have to say it. All in all, I had a good day, changed it up from the norm a little, maybe ill write something good tonight who knows.

I picked up a fifth of Jameson on my walk home and went to work, my home has become my new studio. I have taken to waking up on my couch with sheet music in hand, my lyrics book in the other, passed out face down on my keyboard, with some awful kind of dragon breath. Maybe some good will come out of it tonight, either way, I'm looking forward to it maybe ill see if Jessie wants to come jam. Got a call to make guys, peace!