rockin' the candy apples baby?
infatuated disc jockeys with subtle expressions lived out their dreams in the crammed sections of downtown. Most of them were dreamers. Maybe one of the tenuous bastards knew something no one else did. Looking for this one emotion, this one longing that epitomizes the word moment can be the most beautiful thing ever. It can be brighter than an explosion of sunlight desperate to touch it's writhing hand to the earth. The truth, and what happens to most in this position, is that you have found this emotion, this thought or whatever it was you were looking for. The difference is that to find something is not the same as understanding it. This may seem obvious enough but with no true emotion left, after years and various states of mental health you still catch yourself wandering. Cutting down back streets and looking around every corner with as much optimism as a beat up carcass that sadly resembles the self loathing voyager that you have become. A long night would ensue that was filled wi