She draws the circles and the boxes and lives in them spinning out of control, her fingertips brush needles and blades and she could stretch and reach them if she really wanted to;...
she really wants to.
but she really wants someone, everyday, every minute, someone who makes her feel like everything is okay, and she actually feels happy with him
but right now she's spinning and wishing of closing her eyes and feeling the warmth and the rush and the blood and the burning and the smoke and the glass pipe and needle and she thinks that he makes her happier than all of these things
but right now she's alone