All been washed in black…tattooed everything

i want to feel the same…i want to be eighteen, eighteen years ago, 1991, when all the energy in this music was building. before those beautiful voices died, before i knew computers or media or anything but people…listening to layne staley and eddie vedder and kurt cobain while laying on the ground, smoking whatever was handed to me.

who is and who could and who would?

it’s all so new but i sort of feel like i’m in the wrong place, sometimes…

i hung out with people that were my parents age or older, tonight. chamber of commerce for our little suburb on the edge of the legendary gateway. so many saints, so very catholic, this tri-county area…
i felt like years separated us but energies stayed the same. i talked to a woman who seemed my peer about her oldest son who is two years younger than me…it was a time warp and i love love loved every second of it. maybe i could transcend..?

i only hope.

(maybe then i can nearly keep up with him…of the ancient, timeless soul…)

all my love+let’s be free