Primal

I forgot that feeling, of breathing through my being, absorbing the rain and the reflection of lights. Running feels primal as my heart races and my thoughts pass me in slow motion. The landscape of time bends askew, the senses heighten and I’m making the rules. Am I running towards something or running away. The ever changing destination frays me but I remember why I love being alive.

just another sunday

We arrive late, like all things we do. Sip coffee, apply lashes, fuck up our hair, put on belts, say our prayers, and chain smoke with our backs to the sun. Its cool in our bones with the wind in our faces, just need band tees with a good tease, boots and a bad attitude.

Initiation

White lines on the black top, saucers hover above.

The dark night thats fallen runs in my blood