I found you in my thoughts tonight, Braille-Reader. I wonder how you feel when all your plans fall through and disappointment finds you before the night's really begun. Maybe in the next few years it'll happen to you, but right now - I think you're still always surrounded by people who admire you. That's what you're used to. Either way, I'm curious how the cogs inside you turn. I'd love to watch them move behind your eyes just once as the sentiment connects with the sentences just before you blow your veil of smoke across the faces of strangers.