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.