East of Eden

finding myself reading and re-reading chapter 1, California poppies and places named for hope. maybe i could drive there, maybe i could and sweat it out. Arizona too, stretches of dry land and dry air, and bloodred sunsets, it might all lull me to sleep. or maybe i would never sleep at all, just doze off in the afternoon, and stay up under a blackened sky just for the sake of doing it. i'd like to wear one tshirt for a week, let the sun do its magic on my face - do its magic and keep me running. 

they did it, they went. and i wonder what she was thinking. i wonder how much they believed in their happiness. 

no one who is young is ever going to be old.  thanks John.