jdhillier

It's just a little slip of a sentence.I don't mean it.Don't worry about me. I'm ok. I'm alright. Meh. I'll live.Or maybe it's just an expression on a face for less than a second. Perhaps it's leaving the party early... just because. Looking into the distance, maybe looking too close.Maybe it's a night where you'll feel happy in the unhappy. Or maybe it'll be the years of not talking, at least not about anything important.You should know, you have it the same.Yet you just sit there and act like there's nothing you could possibly do.

-I have an odd question for you.k-What makes your heart flutter?god i dont knowid have to think about it-You shouldn't have to think too hard.i duno-I'll tell you what makes mine flutter.ok-Thinking about driving on along a highway in the night, on an overpass, through the downtown of a large city, with the ambient glow of the streetlights filling the sky, windows rolled down, feeling the chilled air, with music filling the car. feeling happy. that makes my heart flutter.-Because I think you should be there, and see what I see.-I love the night, and the freedom to do as I please.

I swear, I'm going to be that old guy who yells at kids to stop playing on my lawn.Home isn't home, when it's just a place to eat and sleep.When I see "home" I see, dust, and open plains, snow, going for miles. I see earth tones, and orange lights. I see stars, I see happy.I see me, and my art.