“Roger That” #1
The black rain lashes against the tinted glass window of my room. I’m here.
Meaningless, yet comforting Spanish music, and Lynrd Skynrd (<3) flowing through me, the thick, hot cream soup consolatory to my throat.
Alone, ever so here. I somehow feel like un noire café. Whatever it is, the feeling’s great. This is all I want, to be on my own. Do my own thing. Fame, recognition. Admiration, having many irons in the fire.
“I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.”
x EdgyShark x