way out west in the dried out hills

 its funny, i catch myself sometimes. being so intertwined in my own thoughts, & physical realm. 

thinking how im cold, just like the beer im drinking. and i thought how wonderful it would be to be in my car with the top folded back headed out west or down south, or southwest. blasting Matt Bauer, and Margot & the Nuclear So & So’s. it must be so lovely to have the sun kissing your skin. and to be smiling, in love with something.

that sounds like heaven, only with a trunkfull of clothes a a bunch of empty journals.

i hope Christina would come with me.

i am happy. really i am. im just cold and tired. tired.

i desire dreams.

i will fall asleep to my Explosions in the Sky  again.

dream of that boy again.

the one who stole my heart back then,

i dont know how, but hes held it all along.