valentinekitchenson
at the corner of haight and ashbury i submerged myself into passion.
I was a product of light and the wind that cried my name. I'd look up at the yellow sky, blue sun and swear, "I'll shoot the atmosphere into my veins!" The time was surreal and endless, until one night I thought, "I've had too much to dream tonight." And the crowds cleared, and the vinyl scratching needle lifted... and as soon as psychedelia had arrived, it flew away.
I'm always forgetting things. I forgot to feed the cats, I forgot to hand in my term paper, I just forgot to grab my purse which was sitting in the car that I forgot to lock.