Bernal haight nights were the best nights, i would glimpse into a sea of lights
and feel my body sink with every sip of wine and toke of weed,
I glided above the city's skyline, contemplating thoughts,
Thoughts of void, thoughts of freedom.
And in every sigh i knew i would slowly fall from this moment, and it would leave me bare
with nostalgia.

word of the day.

Word of the day

Things are regressing,
Everything i knew grew old and cold,
evaporated through the ceilings and sank below my memories
it dispersed and redefined my sense of being.

word of the day

Eleutheromania- Frantic for freedom

"Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant."
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas