After two days of full hibernation, I went out shopping; cigarettes and booze—naturally.
My father was suicide and my mother was money… and I was crazy.
I was becoming a hippie… free spirit, if you will. I was never meant to walk the line, so they glued me to it.
I danced circles around the fire. I was high and I was happy. “It’s the carelessness of running away”, he laughed. What the hell did he know? I wasn’t running away. I was running towards something... freedom. But freedom isn’t really free, is it?
“I can’t sleep in silence”, I whispered.
“We forget who we are when we are looking for someone else”, He said.
I listen to them to tell me how to quit. Tied to a night we never might.
All these people… drinking lovers spit.
It will take some time to get over it.
All these people… happy and racing; racing hearts; chasing magic
It doesn’t flow and it doesn’t hurt
I like to all that way.