A (repeating) New Start

The particular morning perfectly mixes frustration and a bit of excitement. Just a bit. Frustration in the little black dress, excitement in these red colored lips. A good bit that fades as the day goes by, as the sun sets with a promise of sweet nothingness--a long enough silence that ends with a beginning we are not too fond of.

But that starting line will be slightly better than this one.

Promise.