i am free. every fucker at a stand still on 520 can kiss my scrawny ass. tomorrow, when i wake up, i'm going to go for a walk. i'm going to sit idly in a coffee shop, reading a book, until the afternoon. then i'm going to take a nap. it will be simply amazing.
i've been very passive lately. my mind is spread out and gooey. i feel like i've died from a lack of attention and i'm sitting here waiting for the fade to black, for the roadies to come on stage and start packing up all the gear.
a strong urge to wake up. something tight around my wrists and ankles; red hair. too many i-think-of-you's. pulling on my eyelashes. sleeping in the car. the difference that four years makes. pins for buttons.