right now i have an intense desire to just get in the car, and go. i want a road trip, i want to go somewhere new, i want to get out. it isn't that i am suffocating in my location, or my friends, or people around me; it's that i'm suffocating in myself and in the present time. i want something new to look at. i want open road, post-rock soothing my soul, and the burdens of the now behind me. i want to explore los angeles on foot, not in the car. i want to step outside the safety box. i want to take a random exit on the freeway and wind up wherever. the more lost i become, the better. the more the adrenaline rushes, the better. even if just for a day. something new, with my friends, or by myself. as long as i control the music, i am content. i want to pack five cameras, a bag of film, the ipod, a notepad and pen, perfume that smells like candy, and a book of poems. everything else stays. let's go.
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