baby let your hair hang down

drunk on cheap wine.
it's raining. �playing guitar, singing loud. �let it out. �i like yelling. �and i guess it was sweat but i drank it like wine, it was sweet, my mouth was dry.

we sat on the porch and watched videos of me and gabe in 10th grade. �surreal. �i look so young and happy, long hair, laughing. �screaming as a train goes by in our little town. �eyes bright with love & innocence. �sometimes i try to recreate it. �it never ends.

the lightening started and we turned the tv off, more wine. �i'm hot, blood coursing through my veins. �it's that time when i feel like i'm going to explode. �everything is so fucking beautiful.