aeonblack6

I drift down the street, closer to 11 than i'd rather admit...so I don't and keep coasting past the homeless and the riff raff. My ears are stuffed shut and their heckling is drowned out by Sufjan. My friends have gone home for the night and all I feel is a soft summer breeze on my face, and for moments at a time I shut my eyes, outstretch my arms and pretend i'm weightless. The lines painted will never box me in and I can only hope that any cars coming my way will pay no mind at all. I can only hope that when I leave this place, i'll never forget it.