all points west.

i haven't delved into my storage section of neon in a while.

but the rain is just cold enough,

and the air is just warm enough

to make a vision in the air;

the mixture of the two of them.

this blog is shit and i know it.

i haven't written in so long.

i am jumping at the chance to start summer concert tours

to smell like earth

and feel light

despite the layers of grass shavings, warm beer, and mud on my legs and shoes;

the weight of it all settling in my socks.

christina, i can still smell that sickly scent of sweat and wetness in my nose.

it's so terrible, that it makes me ache to experience it again.

spring fever

that itch to move and breathe in deeply has increased tremendously in the past few days.

the earth is bursting with dampness and budding grass seed.

i can feel it pulsating when i breathe in that deep green air.

tonight i'm going to make my legs burn

and my lungs gasp.

i'm going to make sure that i know i'm alive.

if only i had a more vibrant vocabulary.

unexpected college indecisions

i'm caught between tradition and the new.

i'm caught between the dreams that have always comforted me

and the excitement that unchartered desires brings.

my restless nights are now filled with sugar cane fields,

my hands marred by slashes and my eyes too dry to cry.

i know nothing of another world.

my restless days are now filled with medicaid forms,

my hands gripping tight to bills and my eyes too dry to cry.

i know things about both worlds.

which is better?

to be naive and unexposed

or to have dreams and expectations

succumb to nothing?

ponytail

this is something new

and i don't want to taint it

by reverting back to past favorites.

oh well, dispatch.