we would drive in his little red car, base woofer in the back seat. Rave music, grunge, rock, metal, rap etc. Everything blazing in your ears and causing rhythmic joy in the body.
The anger and pain are but a few,
That make up the barrier that keeps me from you.
You who are you exactly?
2 men 2 souls, devious in their thought.
They are predators, and I will soon be caught.
Baiting their trap, their eyes transfixed and locked.
Lust or contempt, their gazes cannot be blocked.
I remember finding a small book store in a town called Narvik. I noticed that buried in the stationary section they had some ink wells. I immediately thought omg I need