Opaque

Mascara’s  running smeared, the vision has left her faded;  The road up ahead looks hazy  a wicked taste of  the unknown;  A shimmer in the dark illuminated,  there is clarity in a little bit of uncertainty; Infinite endless possibilities, blissfully no clear direction;  Fireworks light up a constellation,  she’s addicted to the free things;  dizzy on the energy around her she gets high on a stranger’s smile  the feel of his hands on her back; lost in the white noise of the darkness, There is clarity in a little bit of opaque.