12.12.18

I just remembered the Rolling Stones, wearing those sunglasses that made me feel like Audrey Hepburn, and dying a little every day. We died because we could, and because you couldn't live without dying every once in a while. So we did. We cried tears on that floor, than checkered, linoleum floor, and we lived too. We sang along to Gimme Shelter and White Room and All Along The Watchtower and we rolled the windows down and I crashed over and over again into the ocean of my youth. And I died a little every day, because I was living so damn much.