just a little pyro...?
bon fires in michigan...last night...legal bonfires...ambers spawn off in different directions and take on a brief life of thier own...purple and orange fire surrounded by a pitch black sky...its beautiful...then some fire works.they set off thier own here.
there was 11 green and purple ones...
odd numbers=lucky.
back to the fire
foo figghters "learn to fly" starts playing on the radio... *so awesome* then i learn how incredibly annoying it is to hear lenny kravis sing, and then want to strangle fred durst for even invisioning limp bizcut or a remake of faith.
then it kinda dawns on me from nowhere:
this doesnt feel like a vacation really, i dont feel 5 or 6 states away, i could be a block away from my house in florida.
and the truth is i really dont have a home. okay, if someone asked, yeah i GREW UP on burn st and everything, but that neighborhood is so burnout and desparate just like the lives that contaminate it.
wherever i go i never feel homesick or far away
because no matter where i am, or where im living, its like im still distant from everything around me...
im only really happy when my bags are packed and i wake up in a diffrent place every morning. even when i go somewhere, just visiting for the day i constantly want to have my favorite things with me..
if im not on the run anyway...but now i know what to expect when i come "home".
so now i can live in fear and anxiety for a while too...
and of course, thats such a wonderful thing to come home to after all...
there was 11 green and purple ones...
odd numbers=lucky.
back to the fire
foo figghters "learn to fly" starts playing on the radio... *so awesome* then i learn how incredibly annoying it is to hear lenny kravis sing, and then want to strangle fred durst for even invisioning limp bizcut or a remake of faith.
then it kinda dawns on me from nowhere:
this doesnt feel like a vacation really, i dont feel 5 or 6 states away, i could be a block away from my house in florida.
and the truth is i really dont have a home. okay, if someone asked, yeah i GREW UP on burn st and everything, but that neighborhood is so burnout and desparate just like the lives that contaminate it.
wherever i go i never feel homesick or far away
because no matter where i am, or where im living, its like im still distant from everything around me...
im only really happy when my bags are packed and i wake up in a diffrent place every morning. even when i go somewhere, just visiting for the day i constantly want to have my favorite things with me..
if im not on the run anyway...but now i know what to expect when i come "home".
so now i can live in fear and anxiety for a while too...
and of course, thats such a wonderful thing to come home to after all...