Ill move on to find that I wanted to stay
It all goes so fast
but I’m in the middle anyway.
I’ve always been
north, south and in between
behind the wheel
my three friends, a car,
with a dream
and some memories.

His fucking mohawk. A shiny green guitar with a rosewood fretboard—with the seventies curves, myself mirrored in the shine. A meteor shower and Omas and Opas. The only street light in the neighborhood. Shannon Hoon singing how he’ll make it all go away. And the infinite sketches. My black journal. Just someone to talk to. [...]