creative_slacker

It is storming in New Orleans. Just like the culture here, the weather is over the top dramatic; the thunder is booming and the lightening is alarming. I listen to Just like cockatoos by The Cure at full volume. Ahhh, this vision is larger than a Polanski film.
I wish you were here, whoever you are. I no longer think of anyone specific in my visions of romantic endeavors. I have a tryst with my imagination. I encourage all to do the same. Fall in love with the dream since the reality is so disappointing. I hate gravity the come down is always so harsh (bruises on the knees and heart).