But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
You let that feeling seep down into your bones and shiver as you your body gets ready for the next time, the next ride, the next drop of happiness.
Can you see that scent over the horizon? Scorched across the back of your tongue, like that first tequila of the night, what a time to be alive. I feel it, ebbing along my eyelids. REM'd flickering across the sparkly dust that dreams are made of, That shadow of light. Ahhh, There it is, inhaled.… Continue reading That time, this place.