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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

future nights


This weekend was soft and slow and eye opening. I sailed through friday night lights in my indie top on stage and sang my words to the school. And it felt real and soft & sweet when I awoke from my 3 minutes of bliss with the heat of the lights pounded down on my round cheeks and the audience blurred out into a black abyss in front of my eyes. & I drove around windy streets with two hipster girls & sang silly songs and melodies to pass time. We believed we were young and free and happy. And felt it. Sunday drives through cornfields into a city of college students, coffee shops and mac books. Indiana University sat unharmed by the smog and cold of Ohio winds and warmed me up to future nights and dreams. The campus buzzed with preoccupied students running around on bikes with their books and glasses. And oh how I fell in love. To be important. To be living for something. To be alive-amongst the thousands of other faces. I felt I belonged in this sea that surronded me. The artsy dorms & secret libraries, the modern art, the endless coffee shops and loung chairs. I wanted to jump into the picture now, and stay. Wandering the night streets with my favorite family and my mouth running 100 beats a second just grasping to catch up with the sweet visions in my mind.

And when I returned home, I was still high off the world. And I took my adventure in the sunshine with a hippy boy and we laughed and danced along to old classics in a tinted window car-pretending to be badass. I felt real & myself. I had answers to my questions solved. My mind was cleared. My world was safe and fine. You brought me back to reality.

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