Friday, February 6, 2009
"We're all going through this. It's our time at the edge."
There is just stuff floating around.
Pinky swear the mood will lift soon over here at Casa all deep and dark and shit.
I thought about Travis today and how me and Joe and our friends J&D (who were our very good friends about ten years ago for a short time before they broke up and we all lost each other to the world) would listen to Travis and go skinny dipping at Stroud's Run in Athens, Ohio. That was a long time ago, but I can still hear the crickets. And I can still remember slightly the awareness of being safe as we floated.
There was not much out there to hurt us.
Not much really.
title post-St Elmo's Fire 1985
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
LinkWithin
3 comments:
I am not lying that when I read 'Stroud's Run', I immediately thought 'crickets'!! That is freaky weird.
As for the deep, dark and shit, you have to let it run off you like the water from the lake. Eventually, you'll dry off and the sun will come out. I promise.
I know there is something good going on too, I read your story in todays Dispatch, it was great!!!
I was caught up
Post a Comment