sun's gonna rise in a mile.. in a mile you'll be feelin' fine..

beautiful, beautiful thoughts of a symbiotic series of days that occurred to me completely in secret unknown to the world; all but one other. it was deep in a forest, a long drive behind my brown eyes staring at the view from the passenger seat. who was this mysterious driver i'll never tell, but i will tell that the air was very clean that day. water is cold in the forest and even colder when it's tumbling down from rocks very high above. i will tell that bar-b-q shrimp and warm vodka from the trunk of the car sink like the sun behind the premature sunset resting on the tall trees. too deep in these woods to turn back tonight.

campfires bring out our secrets.

why that car picked me up i'll never know. i felt like an outlaw that day hiding in the woods from a lynch mob brandishing torches and pitchforks.. actually i feel like that quite often. good old trouble is like a rival tribe who never declares all out war but makes random skirmishes with my tribe just to remind us that it's there. i thought the paranoia would subside by this point but it gets worse. paranoia yields no sympathy.. only makes for good stories.

in my mind i'm hanging from the window of that car on those beautiful days last summer when nobody in the entire world except a beautiful stranger knew where i was. sometimes i miss the USA. sometimes i wonder if i'll feel like a foreigner when i come back. but i can't stay there for long. before long i'll have that itch in my feet and an unquenchable thirst to turn planet human-earth's crown upside down.

a stranger i'll never see again right?