satori18
Bluelighter
sitting on the back wall...i can see over the train tracks, to the porch of the apartment above the barber shop.
i chose at this moment to burn my short lived, well deserved break away.making the decision tha ti know is wrong...doesn't linger on my brain.
the pictures of hallucinatory ramains float to the surface.
surreality. more often than not.
is this how i survive?
possibly, but i am sure that this road will lead me, show me the way, that i am supposed to thrive.
changes rappidly, more all-inclusive than i once thought possible...
where is the me that i resent, but know well?
"i want my old friends, i want my old face, i want my old life, fuck this time and place"-ani difranco
i chose at this moment to burn my short lived, well deserved break away.making the decision tha ti know is wrong...doesn't linger on my brain.
the pictures of hallucinatory ramains float to the surface.
surreality. more often than not.
is this how i survive?
possibly, but i am sure that this road will lead me, show me the way, that i am supposed to thrive.
changes rappidly, more all-inclusive than i once thought possible...
where is the me that i resent, but know well?
"i want my old friends, i want my old face, i want my old life, fuck this time and place"-ani difranco