jaws318

Been a bit since I told a tale.

Ink in my eye and the moon looks red. It feels beautiful and spacious. The past is yet a tip-toe on my mind.

we eat the space between the night.

Chasing tail lights with finger-like eyes on the window fog.

I remember this time when i was a kid, sitting in the rain. My lips were blue and my fingers felt like they were broken at the tips. waiting for a bus that never came. It was kind of common. We missed a day of two a month in bad weather because a bus didn't show up to the point that teachers would shrug it off as we came in the next day.

I remember meeting this beautiful girl from Italy on the bus. She had this bowl cut and the giant size jacket all year long. She talked about the things you talk about at that age like music and roller-skates. We knew each other until college. I remember the year she got married. Never saw her again after that.

It's kinda how growing up in NC was. You hit an age and then just vanish. I would forget people in short sprints of time. They would show up at a bar I was working at and life would restart where it left off. It's funky kinda, because they all have kids starting college this year now.

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