i left my concience pressed between the pages of a bible left in the drawer. "what did it ever do for me?" i say. damnit. im going to get the hell out of here. just drive. that would be my goal. pick up my absolute closest friend. and just drive. or take Daniel Mitchell. and just get the hell out of here for a while. im tired of late nights. and phone calls that make me drag out emotions i buried long ago in the sea of forgetfulness. a sea. ocean. that would be cool thats where id go. water is my element. so id be right at home. i can paint a perfect picture in my mind and i absolutely love having a finely tuned imagination. id be alone. if i died. id be a ghost. and haunt a harbor with everything i hold inside. and maybe someday id let it go. but for right now im going to paint. got to go to a party tonight. whoopie.