cruisin' the town on this saturday night
living on the surface of things, i feel so good. it's easy to laugh it all off and live for the moment. here's you, here's me, here's all of us and we're partying or getting wasted doing nothing. and it covers everything else like paint.later. i try to keep that up and make it seem real -- maybe then it actually will be. it always fades. every single time it fades. and i go back to remembering what's real, what's genuine, unearthing and uncovering and changing sifting searching searching for what i'm left with.
it never turns out to be what i thought it would.