a terrible night.
one of those that just feels wrong. one that you know is best spent inside, but you still go out.

a full moon.

it nearly lived up to those negative expectations. sitting alone, watching people walk by and judging those i sit near.

but it was redeemed. by a frenchman. its very powerful when someone thinks you've got it figured out. at those moments when you feel most insecure, most alone, they get it, they get you. if only for that one night.

lovely.