Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Pick Me Up...If Work Permits...

lost my first love once. feeling that lost again. remember the days when the ceiling was falling in on us. peeled paint and torn fliers. living just to live. 2 am with the windows down. letting the summer sink in. knowing all the right words. laughing when i forget them. completely drunk down to every cell in my body. be part of something bigger than what we are. letting the smoke sink into my skin. living for cigarettes and road trips. ticket stubs and x-marked hands. not knowing anything. just knowing it will all work out.

three days out and my head is starting to clear. feel it all coming back out. locked it away, glued it shut. don't be afraid little child. it only hurts a bit. life is pain. here it comes. brace for impact.