ATX

In the moment,I am content.
watching the snow fall on these distant man made steeples
turning my head to the tree blanketed peaks
smoking the last rolled cigarette before 2:33
I wallow in hopes and dreams.
It seems the only thing I can think about these days is austin
my homeland.
the only real reason i dont have a tame mouth.
this texas blood courses threw me like battery acid
burning a hole threw my skin to show the muscle undertone.
though not strong,its not weak.
it speaks volumes to the ways I operate.
jumping from one puddle to another
without any desires nor worries.
lake travis needs me,
i need her
I fall asleep in zilker park to some spoken word
awake to the sounds of gun shoots and guitars
some body pours a glass of whiskey
"here" the old man grumbles "drink every last drop."
the bon fire combating with this nintey degree night
makes me light headed as I fight
urges to stay
urges to go
I open my eyes,and colorado is some how home
but I remain weird
and as drunk as the night before.
riding bikes threw campus on way to many pharmecudical drugs.
did i imagine this time?
will I always love her?