I dont know why i do the things that i do.
it is a mystery.
It could be anything, insanity, hormones or perhaps some strange powerful force i cant control that drives me to do these things.
Last night i felt the need to escape. i stole a ciggarette from the drawer and crept down the stairs. i stole my neighbors bike...once again, and flew down the streets to "the killing moon"
if you ever sneak out by yourself i highly suggest listening to that song. it was so amazing, it was perfect for the moment. the streets were wet from sprinklers, and the road was lit by the faint lightposts towering over the trailer park. there was nothing except for me, the stars and echo and the bunnymen. I rode down the pitch black street to the elementary school. deer appeared on every corner, eyeing me suspiciously. i was actually kind of frightened by them. I climbed onto the roof of the school and lit the ciggarette i lay there staring at the sky. For a moment i was not thinking. i was just there taking in the music. Infact it was Tears For Fears, yes, tears for fears, that was blaring through my headphones. But i was perfectly content. it was beautiful.
When my moment was over i dizzily pulled myself up and wandered to the edge. i hoisted myself over about to land on the helpful trashcan below when the silence was shattered by a blooodcurtiling cry in the distance. i froze in horror.
fuckfuckfuck
i was still dangling above the trashcan afraid to make a move.
another cry, i let go and landed on the can with a crash.
'fuckfuckfuck just move to your bike' i told myself.
i was certain that i was safe as long as i was on my bike. unless of course, they had a gun. then i would be a goner. but alas i made it past the dark street and home again. it was quite lovely indeed.