I had never thought about the repercussions, you know?
Living too fast.

I'd always thought that it would be cool,
like the stoner kids in high school that were always
at 7-11 during fourth period.

I spent my whole life waiting for someone to invite me in.

And then someone did.

All of a sudden,
my life was a whirlwind of
midnight city lights
induced euphoria
yelling from street corners
and jumping from rooftops,
just to see if we could make it.

It was great and perfect for a while.

I had friends in high places.

I found my muse.

I always had somewhere to be on a Friday night.

I loved every second of it.

But now I'm not so sure.
It's as if I waited too long to pull myself out.
All of a sudden, I can't remember what it was like
to be boring;
happy.