April 27th, 2008

coy yellow lines, backed up traffic going east, traveling to far away friends i can't quite reach. parks, playgrounds, lakes, our activities repeat and spill over into the next night, and the nights that follow those nights. bonfires in the woods, beer cans, high school anonymity. pink parkas, we're mixing drinks by the light of flashlights and cigarette butts. all the girls are drunk, they're all kissing each other. they're sneaking off with some boy they barely talk to, behind some big rock or in somebody else's tent. and every secret they tried to keep behind that rock will flow out and float down through the patterns of florescent lights on the heads of people they don't learn with, they don't grow with, they don't change with. it's a deadly breed of similarity between us, our differences run only skin deep when we're smoking in her car and killing time driving in circles around those cul-de-sacs of our future. i've never before wanted a new stretch of coast to ally myself with. align my mind, intensify my heart, i wanna remember what it was like to be lost in love and lost in change and every footstep gets louder when the days approach quicker and the buzz from my beer is peeling off of me like shedding skin.