When I got home, I just wanted to paint a picture so I could never forget. Then, I just wanted to speak the words I was thinking. But my words are clueless to the feeling. I couldn't express it with my vocabulary. And I had failed my instincts, I had not acted on them. I stayed in my box, like solitary confinement. Now, I wish I took a hit of his cigarette and kissed him with a burning passion. Long and hard.... But the thought was trapped in my mind, never to escape.