Who am I? Not you, I hope.
About the summer?
My skin has darkened, it reminds me of summers in Tucson when the color of my skin would turn to a mocha color. The freckles along the bridge of my nose have tripled and my hair has lightened in spots turning it orange.
Sometimes in the summer you just become a diffrent person.
In the early mornings I will walk to the bathroom to go and as I stand afterward I look at my face. Who am I? The color, the angles, the eyes are new. Or maybe not, they are just not who I was supposed to be when I was young. My life has been a little disappointing or it has been exactly what it was meant to be. I can't tell these days. Life is merging all around me and I still feel like I am just standing by watching structures be built.
I think about my past a lot. I look towards what happened for some explanation. I think I may have been wrong in my pursuit. I should stop looking so hard for answers in things that were inexplicabale. Tonight, I had a long conversation with an ex-pro skater from the late-90s. he talked about the reverence for skateboarding. the reason he got involved and the belief that what we were doing was different and important. but then we talked about our friends who did make it pro and the kids making it pro now...it is all lost. we sat talking about what was great...and then realized that might be all we had. tragic. I guess we are just old. and we are talking about stories about "walking 10 miles in the snow to go to school." we are already an old generation.
thank god, i am old. i am not new. or something like that.
My skin has darkened, it reminds me of summers in Tucson when the color of my skin would turn to a mocha color. The freckles along the bridge of my nose have tripled and my hair has lightened in spots turning it orange.
Sometimes in the summer you just become a diffrent person.
In the early mornings I will walk to the bathroom to go and as I stand afterward I look at my face. Who am I? The color, the angles, the eyes are new. Or maybe not, they are just not who I was supposed to be when I was young. My life has been a little disappointing or it has been exactly what it was meant to be. I can't tell these days. Life is merging all around me and I still feel like I am just standing by watching structures be built.
I think about my past a lot. I look towards what happened for some explanation. I think I may have been wrong in my pursuit. I should stop looking so hard for answers in things that were inexplicabale. Tonight, I had a long conversation with an ex-pro skater from the late-90s. he talked about the reverence for skateboarding. the reason he got involved and the belief that what we were doing was different and important. but then we talked about our friends who did make it pro and the kids making it pro now...it is all lost. we sat talking about what was great...and then realized that might be all we had. tragic. I guess we are just old. and we are talking about stories about "walking 10 miles in the snow to go to school." we are already an old generation.
thank god, i am old. i am not new. or something like that.