Jexxy-Skylighter

You just can't go back, even to the times you once thought were the greatest. It's like the playground you played on as a child. You have endearing memories of the unique mixture of warm mulch and cool metal, but when you return to it years later, it's not quite how you remember. The once large play area now seems small compared to the large cities you've explored. The slide that once seemed to go on for miles is nothing compared to the walks and runs and car rides you've been on: the thousands of miles you've conquered. The swing that once made you feel like a bird high in the sky hardly gets you off the ground- feet dragging. (mayb

cigarette smoke and alcohol the fumes embedding in the wall cocaine lines in bathroom stalls: our generation, we have it all misguided teens, with dying dreams (poured down the drain by languid veins) the clinking of glasses and racing hearts, we cannot stop what we did start it's all an escape- a sick paradox: we're running from ourselves.