Ingresa

After 24 hours of being alive.
Solely alive.
Dilated pupils.
Open Flannels.
Screaming at the top of our lungs.
This is youth!
This is for the guy that called me at 2:30 AM & hung up on my face because he didn’t like what I said.
And maybe I should’ve kept scribbling on and on about the ideas of self & revolution.
People stringing on strings.
Teetering on lengthy eeees & ttttts
It’s when you’re looking up at the hotel ceiling at 8:45 AM
In Newark Airport.
And things are not crashing.
No, love.
They never were.
It’s you & that’s all that there ever was.