Days and days of haze

Day upon day upon day, in a haze,
nights and mornings with no reason,
No have to.
Just go, just do, pick up plans,
meet new people,
make so many new friends,
it’s unreal.
Face after face,
drink after drink,
go here, do this, pick up that,
and then crawl into warm arms at the end of it all.
I didn’t need him by my side,
though he likes it there,
it’s effortless right now,
beginnings are always so easy.

Went from campgrounds,
to his place,
to bright lights, all haze.
To his parents land,
where the sun set in a perfect way,
bright pink hues right over the horizon of nothing but land and trees,
uninterrupted by wires and signs.
And the play music all day,
echoing through the house,
to the deck,
and it’s peaceful,
warm feeling.
To house parties where people got clumsy,
paranoid,
and housed awkward company.
At the end of it all,
everything was just fine.

By far the craziest weekend I’ve…probably ever had.