It had been a lovely evening.
But on the lips.
“I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I don’t know either.”
— I can’t see it at all anymore. I don’t know what’s good or where I’m failing. It has to simmer on its own awhile. — (Hemingway)
Funny how the art, the lyrics, are always uncannily relevant.
Sometimes there are just poetic moments.