the fallout from

Im hooked - baited and dragged up by the bottom lip.
Who knows where we go.
Lost in everyone to come - still here for now - waiting.

It might have been the happpiest day of her sad little life.
She cracked a smile that reminded me of the sound snow makes when its packed together under someone's shoe. Her smile squeaked in the footprint of her laughter.
And we were left silent and stunned from the foriegn sound. She had been lacking a certian enthusiasm - a certian charisma.
She danced around the room - and around our eyes and turned an upward gaze in my direction.
It was as if overnight she had become - beautiful.