'We've got love and hate, it's the only way'

[acoldsteadyrain]

Shameless. My days have come forth. Now, on this day, or these past days, they fall in front of me, on my lap, into me. Breathing morning beach air, skateboarding. Work is perfect. The campus is as same as it ever was, and I feel lovely flowing through these scenes once again. Driving home, music set at 21, and I couldn't feel better when the wind blows my hair around and I squint on the freeway. Going to the beach, feeling energetic, tired, but happy, soaked and smelling of salt water. Showering, and having dry beach hair. Napping to SomaFM. Drinking dusk and night beers with the roommates. I can't be poetic when I feel this good. My days are numbered in confidence, good things. (I think it's almost crimes) (I think it's almost time)