blackacidream

so i could run into a lovers arms or through a plate glass window off the 10th story. this is what i feel like when i wake up. when i mean wake up, i mean, in a hyperalert sense. every now and then, i get into these moods. like somthing smacks me in the face and i suddenly can just know where i am, who i am, why i am. maybe its the weather. it is the weather. its changing into spring, and soon it will be summer, and thats what i live for in boise, summer. it can be 2am on a friday night, and it'll still be 97 degree's outside. thats what makes me feel alive, that kind of summer. and its coming very soon. i'll spend some more time on my 65 pontiac, and maybe it'll be ready by then. nothings makes me feel more alive than driving around at 3am in 97 degree weather going 75 out on a open backroad. knowone else, just me, and some good mother fucking music. maybe there will be somone there with me, maybe a girl, probably not, but oh well. i can still live, and maybe someone can share that feeling with me someday, but until then, i still seem to be an island of myself when i'm in these moods. hmm,