on a highway of mislead youth with a direction of simplistic minds. Driving towards crisp air on a complicated night we revel in the idea of our youth and its consumption. Taking me on an intergalactic adventure where the stars eat our hearts and the Blacks roll sweet smoke. A spliff blows lost minds into straight highs with red eyes between dizzy lights. Your eyes dart in unknown directions like the wheel to the left and a lovely sigh on the right. It is love it is a mess it is corruption at its best. I find my time based on the sign of red lights. We are so close to summer and the beginning of our next plunder that we sit spinning far into words of another so perfect they come alive between our fingers and kiss our skin with the promise of another chance. Constantly swaying to the beat that shakes underneath us and rattles our hips like those boys do our lips and we fall into a place that has set the pace for our transitioning moments.