saturdays, saturdays
youth was never a gift, youth was never a curse.
life is a long weekend. i know it doesn’t feel that way.
but think about that one perfect weekend, the one no one could ever take from you.
don’t think too hard; don’t apply pressure.
perfection is thin, memories are glass. weekends are dreams
a different kind of rain
have you driven on the highway when the rain is so heavy there’s only white mist and red lights?
have you sped up? past the cautious cars hiding in the comfort of a speedometer retreating counterclockwise? past caution?
you probably shouldn’t. you’ll get hurt. you’ll hurt someone.
but if you do, roll the windows down. the water feels nice when you hydroplane.
like a different kind of rain.