drunken acrobat

She looked at me, wanting me to acknowledge her effort was worthwhile. I didn't. Why must I be so damn stubborn? A halfhearted smile broke the tension but Em still looked puzzled. Why do I put myself here so much? No more vulnerability....no time or patience for that. I had to look once more, hoping that she wasn't paying me any mind. The light lined her profile, making her look very happy and young.....much like a painting that I had fancied on a fieldtrip as a kid. My head grew heavy as I realized that I had drank my weight in rum. Just breathe. Through a blurry handstand I regained some creditability, but for how long?