Friday, November 25, 2016
Journal Entry 7/25/15
My life is like a strange acid trip, filled with the prospects of romance and missed opportunities and dogs scratching themselves vigorously. I am constantly reminded of poetry, nostalgic worlds of my past - mainly lovers and idealized adventures. A freedom that always existed, yet may have been a bittersweet illusion. The music that filled the air, and continues to. The general euphoria and subsequent hangover of a life that is always within reach. My journey is an endless bus ride, warped and beautiful faces existing simultaneously, a trip with stops but no destination.