Scenes From A Memory.

Ah, the good old days. Cliche indeed.

Thoughts....
When? A random night, summer of 08.
Where? It's All The Same.
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My phone in one hand, a photograph in the other, I lie back with a deep sense of completion. My Heart beats in random rhythmic patterns, almost oh-so musical.

The feeling of knowing. Knowing I was on a teetering van speeding on a mountainside on steep rugged gravel roads, feeling so-fucking-good it was scary. Knowing I was this close, THIS close to killing the silence of the night with a roar of pure joy. Knowing I was on the edge of hysteria. Knowing it all, yet not caring.

She's my heroin, I think. And hell yes, I'm addicted, I think. And fuck yeah, I'm
IN.Too.DEEP.and.I.Don't.CARE.

Think straight, a tiny voice from the inside says, Beware, it says. I say, FUCK You.




School the next morning. Doped look on my face, black circles under my eyes, the world outside blurs by in a haze. Bored. Bored. Bored. Sleep deprived. The inside of my head, it's one hazy clearing, everything's dark, there's a pinpoint of light on the horizon, and beyond the horizon lies a tiny figure, and my mind's eye is focusing on this tiny figure. My entire body craves for the night. Every bit of it screams silently in anticipation for what lies ahead.

Oh yeah, she's my heroine alright. She rides on every train of thought that speeds through my head. And it feels good. >

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Fuck.
I should stop here.Why I'm reminded of this, do not ask me.

But one thing's for sure. I miss her. Bad. So-fucking-Bad.





I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me

And now I go back to sleep. Rough night it's gonna be.