now that I’m awake
I’d rather take a drink
And walk down to the lake
And beg the sky for lightning bolts
I can’t waste my time without wasting all your time
My sister came over today and I had told her that I felt like a lot of the violence from my neighborhood seems to have stopped. Last summer was a very violent and scary summer around here and I thought we had finally worked our way past it.
Of coarse tonight I get woken up at 2:30 am by gunshots right outside. Now I can’t sleep. This is what I don’t miss about summer.
Lovemorning on the lake
A 1926 photograph of The Water Tower, one of the few buildings that survived the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. Chicago, Illinois. Photograph by Chicago Daily News, Inc.
Went for a walk in the park the other morning. The fog was calling me.
