highway.
Worn out from the day and all I crave is change. Something out of the ordinary. My life is accidently (and intensely) routine, and I'm convinced that this cant be living.
I want to go outside and let the night bathe me in cool air, shadows, and excitement. I want to take this music and this feeling and pack my bags to leave reality. Let's head to the highway, baby. Speed along, and the night cant make us tired, because the adrenaline is pulsing through our veins, and possiblity is on the horizen. Even if just for those hours. Those delusive hours. I dont want to choke on this stale air and these overused words anymore. Give me something to make my heart skip and my words get caught in my throat; make me open my eyes for once. I just want to look around without everything being so tainted.
[We'll see how long this journal lasts; I'm a chronic journal-switcher. I guess its all part of the transience...]