virgilnhell

This place seemed so plain today and yet, I sat around waiting for something to happen. As I walk the streets my mind drifts, just to come back. The sound of my keys hit me, they have this western spur sound and this only brings back a memory. It makes me think of my friend Taryn and how she hated that sound. I smile thinking of how much fun we had making car hurricanes and screaming out the car window at 3am as we returned from some hardcore show. Sore from the punching, pushing, and camera flashes it was happiness. Things like this only has one enemy time. She's gone now and I don't even know if she remembers me anymore, but that's what makes us. The phonies in life flip through like t.v. channels but the good ones they stay in your head like a great book. The slightest thing brings them back. Still even though they come back you just end up realizing how alone you are. I'm such a bad friend is my final thought as the memory passes, a smirk follows. Smiling to yourself is the best way to hide things from yourself.
The days are comfortable with the soft chill and the warming sun...it's a confortable mixture. The nights are colder and it fits. Still I would love it more if I could see the stars. I spend my nights sitting on tall ledges looking down. When you live somewhere everyone around you stares down, except for the tourist they're always looking up...so I change the scenery. Which brings me to the thought...why are people afraid of heights?