Just Dreams.
Somewhere in Texas, a terrible storm hit and the ocean flooded and on the news were images of children in the process of drowning in puddles, in swimming pools, and whatever else could fill with water. The ocean spilled over the storm wall. And all I could think was, why won't the put the camera down and save the children. I have this feeling that I wanted to be one of the children. I have this feeling that I wanted to be saved, but I was so in awe of it all that I became a passive observer, much like the relationships that have come. And gone.
The boy was also terribly obese, somewhere unrelated, in some other thought. But I remember telling myself that he was never as important as I made him out to be. Just like I did in the beginning.
Something else happened in my drunken sleep last night. Something just clicked. And I figured it all out: the world, the universe, my life. It's all so clear and simple right now. Let's just keep it that way for another six months and I'll be okay. I promise. That's the speed bump that I have to get over. And then life will be good, just like I told you, honey. We'll go to the park to watch the sunrise, go to Waffle House at 2 am, drive to Florida to spend the day, drive to California, go out and party like there's no reason to get up in the morning, we'll tell each other pretty lies and we'll drive too fast and take too many chanmces with attractive strangers, and we'll self medicate and grow up and grow old together. After all of this, life will be good. Just like I told you it would.
The boy was also terribly obese, somewhere unrelated, in some other thought. But I remember telling myself that he was never as important as I made him out to be. Just like I did in the beginning.
Something else happened in my drunken sleep last night. Something just clicked. And I figured it all out: the world, the universe, my life. It's all so clear and simple right now. Let's just keep it that way for another six months and I'll be okay. I promise. That's the speed bump that I have to get over. And then life will be good, just like I told you, honey. We'll go to the park to watch the sunrise, go to Waffle House at 2 am, drive to Florida to spend the day, drive to California, go out and party like there's no reason to get up in the morning, we'll tell each other pretty lies and we'll drive too fast and take too many chanmces with attractive strangers, and we'll self medicate and grow up and grow old together. After all of this, life will be good. Just like I told you it would.