Staring Out of a Car Window(Sep 1st, 2015 at 10:22:32 PM)
The yellow line dividing the highway from the median waves with the minor sinusoidal jerking of a human hand hoping to keep us steady in our partition of the tar. Our conversation of teenage turmoil forms over the low rattling of uneven pavement contact and I feel helpless. I've never ventured very far from logic. My desire to date unnecessarily quirky girls because they weren't what I expected to want juxtaposes perfectly with my cynical atheism. I wish love had been more visceral. If only once. Experiences I never had are easy to judge when others flippantly announce them like parents ready to embarrass their child with stories of poop or mis-learned words. Childhood is the opiate of self-perception. I wonder what it's like to "let go." I think I'm too inquisitive for that; a spectator caught in the playing field, meandering and disoriented with more interest than skill.