Some nights the serotonin is just depleted... Leaving the mind to wallow in some bullshit self-retreat... And it's a lonely night long shamble... Known to me as camp self-defeat.
Beauty is raindrops on my windshield collecting pigments from wet street lights... Projecting a palate of neon colors into a bitter dreary night.
Those hands of yours give me déjà vu... Except it's no longer him... Because I'm feeling only you.
If you're willing to drink from what the devil's been sipping... Then maybe you'll figure out what the hell I've been thinking...
During the day, I have a map. A crisp, well designed, detailed map which I may drift from, but soon come back to follow. During the night I have a compass. A rusted, cracked, loose screwed compasswhich I try to follow, but the magnetism is off.So West becomes East, and North becomes South... And I'm … Continue reading Directionless
Right now...I want to be sitting there with you again...On the patio with our white rockers. Watching the constellations travel above us.Under the most pristine night sky.Completely unmarred by light pollution.I want to be gazing there with you again...The moon sitting high off the horizon.Spread out like a vast canvas.Painted midnight blue.Perfectly studded with stars.I … Continue reading Sunset Beach