Down the blood drenched lane..
of another week, mellow lights and subtle sounds playin, cool clear mornins followed by the stark skies burnt by the relentless sun. I wake up before my alarm rings, but I don't know what time it is cuz it's too dark to see the time on the clock, and I don't want to hurt my eyes with the light from my cell phone..so I lie back and drift between two worlds while I wait, n then wonder..'why?'I've been drawn back to the days of years long past, with Enid Blyton afternoons and the scent of the earth after the first drops of rain, of rainy days dreaming about an exotic chinese meal while readin Hardy Boys on their quest to solve a mystery somewhere among the Inca ruins, drives on an almost empty highway..somehow rememberin Susan Sarandon n Geena Davis >>i think??<< driving to another state on a highway in 'Thelma and Louise' n wonderin how the concrete must be like in the United States of good roads, times spent at the Wu's when the PS1 was hep, times spent thinkin of walks down an avenue covered with the red and brown leaves of English trees sunlight streaking through the near bare branches.
And it feels good.
posted by liquid @ 12:08 PM
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