I don't really mind riding my bike. In a way, it makes me feel a bit grown up, riding downtown and all. Though a real grown up would have a car and a license, I can pretend. Pretend I'm off in Chicago like during the band trip, or when I was a kid and went there for a vacation. I loved the place, though I think I've mentioned that before.
Sometimes I feel really inhuman, between you and me. Or rather, like I'm not in charge of my life at all, like I'm just floating through it (in a not-so-good sense of it).
I think I'll wait until 2 am or maybe 3 and then sit outside some. I like to be outside late at night alone. But that stays between you and me.
-Mottled
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