Do you want to come with me? The only ones left will be you and me.
ever wish you lived in another era or in a story. i wish i lived in a story. i guess thats why i read so much. cause when im reading im part of a world. a world other than this. one where in the end it all works out. and even if it doesnt there is a great adventure. wheres my great adventure? did it pass me by? or was i to busy to see it? where do i go from here? i feel sometimes like im doing nothing right now. i remember moving to the city and everything being so new. walking the city streets with headphones, not talking to anyone but taking it all in. the city, the streets, the people, the train, everything. summer or winter, rain or shine. it didnt matter cause it was my city and i was the king of it. or at least i felt like that. now its someone elses city, i guess it was all along. they were nice enough to loan it out though. i dont like people, but i like the idea of people. being around lots of them. 24 hours society. a city that never sleeps. it could be 3am, witching hour, when no ones awake. but someone is, you could go out and walk the streets and see someone. its never dark in the city. the lights are always shining and theres always somewhere to go. autumn knows what i mean. shes an expert at walking the city. i used to ride my motorcycle downtown chicago (like the actually downtown, not the neighborhoods) in the middle of the night. it was great. there was no one out on the streets except maybe some construction, the odd late working business person, or maybe street & sans. it was like it was all yours. no one on the sidewalks, no cars on the streets. magical really. we would ride to the lake front and sit on the rocks and watch the sunrise while drinking 40s and bullshitting. that was awesome. riding home slightly drunk, making fun of all the joggers. god i miss it. but itll never be like that again. it was, not is. the kind of thing you only touch once, then its gone. so i guess this is goodbye. its gone and i dont even know when it left. there are other storys as well. sitting up till 5am with brendan in the summer with the windows down playing videos games. going out at 3am on motorcycles to pick up food and driving like maniacs. or going to autumns old apartment with darrel and running around on her roof and just generally being retarded (i know, i know, we only did that like twice... still). a ton of storys, enough to last a lifetime. but not enough.
i dont really know where im going with all this. just rambling really. trying to put random thoughts in cohesive order. the more things change the more they stay the same. i wish things would change, but the honest truth is that they probably wont. maybe after this week. i guess we'll see.
wake me in 300 years when things are different. maybe ill sleep all day. maybe ill sleep forever. maybe... maybe... a little rest might do me good... .... . ... .. ........ ...... ..... ... ... .......... ...... .... ....... .. .......... ..... ... . .............. .... ......... ........
He was just all alone. He couldn't enjoy a game with anyone else. Like living in a dream... That's the kind of man he was...
ever wish you lived in another era or in a story. i wish i lived in a story. i guess thats why i read so much. cause when im reading im part of a world. a world other than this. one where in the end it all works out. and even if it doesnt there is a great adventure. wheres my great adventure? did it pass me by? or was i to busy to see it? where do i go from here? i feel sometimes like im doing nothing right now. i remember moving to the city and everything being so new. walking the city streets with headphones, not talking to anyone but taking it all in. the city, the streets, the people, the train, everything. summer or winter, rain or shine. it didnt matter cause it was my city and i was the king of it. or at least i felt like that. now its someone elses city, i guess it was all along. they were nice enough to loan it out though. i dont like people, but i like the idea of people. being around lots of them. 24 hours society. a city that never sleeps. it could be 3am, witching hour, when no ones awake. but someone is, you could go out and walk the streets and see someone. its never dark in the city. the lights are always shining and theres always somewhere to go. autumn knows what i mean. shes an expert at walking the city. i used to ride my motorcycle downtown chicago (like the actually downtown, not the neighborhoods) in the middle of the night. it was great. there was no one out on the streets except maybe some construction, the odd late working business person, or maybe street & sans. it was like it was all yours. no one on the sidewalks, no cars on the streets. magical really. we would ride to the lake front and sit on the rocks and watch the sunrise while drinking 40s and bullshitting. that was awesome. riding home slightly drunk, making fun of all the joggers. god i miss it. but itll never be like that again. it was, not is. the kind of thing you only touch once, then its gone. so i guess this is goodbye. its gone and i dont even know when it left. there are other storys as well. sitting up till 5am with brendan in the summer with the windows down playing videos games. going out at 3am on motorcycles to pick up food and driving like maniacs. or going to autumns old apartment with darrel and running around on her roof and just generally being retarded (i know, i know, we only did that like twice... still). a ton of storys, enough to last a lifetime. but not enough.
i dont really know where im going with all this. just rambling really. trying to put random thoughts in cohesive order. the more things change the more they stay the same. i wish things would change, but the honest truth is that they probably wont. maybe after this week. i guess we'll see.
wake me in 300 years when things are different. maybe ill sleep all day. maybe ill sleep forever. maybe... maybe... a little rest might do me good... .... . ... .. ........ ...... ..... ... ... .......... ...... .... ....... .. .......... ..... ... . .............. .... ......... ........
He was just all alone. He couldn't enjoy a game with anyone else. Like living in a dream... That's the kind of man he was...