Myr

Sound waves in your car rolling down an empty street, it's the middle of the night and you'll never know who you'll meet. You know every line to every song on this CD because it's the words to your bible, the soundtrack to your life. I'm thinking back to last night when we saw them live. We experienced the dream of being carried by one another, supported by nothing but hands. Dancing is skanking and moshing is loving. I'm in love with you, a whole world I never knew. Welcomed by your caring arms and thrown into a safety blanket of always knowing the truth. These are the heights of my life, looking down upon the town you live in. A couple of drinks and a lot of friends, everything changes but somethings will never end. Backyards with houses with stories of their own, but the action is happening, to you it's unknown. I'm ripping my dress 'cause of these cops on my tail, keeping up with my pace, and I can't even catch my mind. My heart rate is out the roof (and it was probably more sturdy than the one I just jumped off.) Warm by the fire, in the middle of a field, at the top of the world, is one of my favorite places to be. You're still a little drunk but the radio's playing on the way home and the streetlights are slurring and you're back to the beginning. Baseball and alcohol, in a world where you feel so small, could possibly be the answer to everything. Catching up with friends in talks and non-sobriety and the next morning it's all a blur. It keeps haunting you back for more. Play the game, one day at a time, smiling is not a crime. Please give generously. This is what it is nothing more nothing less, living in this day and age to be a kid.

it's a skanktastophe. carnival week - skip trip, sledding, robotics, the kittay! dogpiles & jumping pictures, basements, STRIKE DAY, skateboarding, biking, scootering, roller blading, riding on pegs, sneaking out. smoke bomb day, washington, the bridge, trampolines, ped day on a wednesday, 500!! winslow, last day of school, bailey's, anchorman, public bus & alana's and the aftermath. rolling down rosemere; trevor's sweet seventeen. water balloon fight, mc donalds play area, soaping rosemere fountain. spraypaint, staying out late, mccaig roof & RCC late at night♥ the boardwalk at 5am watching the sun come up, after a long day and before a new one begins. watching a thunderstorm. start of another school year, being in the roof pic, my birthday & two months, laughing our asses off, still not getting kicked out of tim hortin's, revolution  of 1960; grad breakfast. POP MUSIC+CAM, claymation downtown, burger 2 hour lunch, first fire in the woods and sleeping at your house. skateboarding sundays; my first ollie. HALLOWEEN, alice in wonderland, going out and running for our lives, no candy left. RATS, FASHION SHOW, best woods night&Hearts; biggest fire. random nights at gilberts and screwed up plans, pre formal at alana's & drunk dancing. 5 foot quinzee, shoveling and jumping off trev's house, and cheers to another new year!

"You're coming down fast, but I'm miles above you"
Faces reflecting amongst the rest of dark-lit streets and photographs of ones we meet. Deteriorate and seperate, but faces never change with a very good memory. There's clues emerging from the past that will connect us with the current present tense, that keeps slipping, slidding away from under my feet. And in my days of following the time-travel that brings us 'round the clock is beginging to frustrate over the same old sound. The bus is leaving tomorrow night and we'll jump upon a magic flight, beinging us to nowhere impreticular, with no one knowing where. Flags filled with color, burst into tears, these flowers smother, these erase my fears, I'm becoming simpler as the time moves fast. I lie next to you, in the grass, watching all the toughts surpass the boundaires of my head and spill out in front of anyone. I call out to someone waiting on the street corner of anywhere, saying if they have a name, and why the nameless continues to wait. Story-teller, this will never end,we're stuck in this perfect mend of happiness and peacefull actions, though, a few are missing. Questions melt off the page I was going to give you that day and somehow before it meets your hands they stop mattering 'cause when you've entered oblivion, everything is an answer. Nothing remains blamed upon shoulders who have kept us all together, because simply that would make no sense what-so-ever. I'm not too big, but I'm naturally high, I'm climbing up this ladder of mine which I constructed with only bamboo and bubblegum. A mess which I have maid was cleaned up by the maid, importantly, I hold no shame. A lack of color you could say, but all I'm missing is grey. 'Cause when you look around even the sky has no ground, it's upside down. The topsy turvey world we live in, is a dreamland of my past, it's visiting once again and I'm fimiliar with this feeling. I'm smiling, I'm zooming past my recollections that became vast. It's a pleasure knowing I might not remember, but to you, kid, good luck with your disaster. Take a walk on the edge of town, be where you've never been, be who are you, truely within.

Looking back on life and all you can do is smile. The thought of the rain and the coffee dripping onto your hand was worth it. The feeling of your heart racing because you can't stop laughing. The days that pass by so quickly because you're having too much fun. I didn't know it was possible to enjoy youself too much, or at least feel some sort of guilt for it.  Your smile set fire to ignite the fireworks inn my heart. One by one decending over the lake, she awakes, and would relive it again and again. This is the life you bring to my play, the kind the news raves about. The riots in the streets because of different democratic views, the forbidden fruit, but has been set free to feel, sing, cry and embrace. And generations passed would be scolded for having an opinion at such a young age. Yet today, we stand larger than congress on high school and drug abuse, sometimes at the same time. We are making the times change, impacting the youth to come and seeing the other side of the coin. Who is right and who is wrong? Who are the ones that truely don't belong? Will we ever know? The majority of us just want to splash around in puddles. Some thinking that teachers will end up raged, and others knowing they'll go sleep at night, having a good day. When every single individual has a right to speak the world in population will shrink, that's not happening soon. Once it's narrowed down, what is the difference between you and me? A bus boy at a fancy place, a hobo on the street. It is even simpler than that. What comes to mind? So in a matter of opinion, are you for or against the idea of a social youth, filled with laughter and love, for always being above, the anxiety before a party, the hangover after. Tell me your plans of years to come, sure, but what about now? You with the stars in your eyes, the lovely black holes in the middle of the hall. A simple stare can complete this essay, a million different interpretations of my childhood summed into one. Some suffer self desruction, yet a million times I've had therapy of my own laughter. there is no directions, no batteries needed, just lay back and begin.

<sup>Simplicity at most taken place at the top of the world. Cigarrettes in sock feet, and the sidewalk doesn't hurt. Let's race before your lungs breakdown, for we both have no care in the world. Snuck back out just before dawn, the most in love I've ever seen her before. I'm spinning way too fast, and all this is a blur at the tinme, two years later and everything seems to clear. This was the best night of most of our lives, we all admit. It truely was, a deream come true, and I can tell now, these kind of dreams may come more than once a year. So I'm holding on for the better, and there's space for you and all yours friends. If it happened before, can it happen again? Can we make our own dreams come true? I know I'm dreaming in color, but I know you're not dreaming in black and white. Truth is, I can't think of any differences we had to put away for the night to go as it did, which is hopefully the only difference between then and now. I brought my pillow to the park, not to hide the smile on my face. Shorts in autumn, and I don't even shiver, because this day is so comforting, the perfect halloween treat. We were all sober and young, dancing in the night to love at first sight. Never let this beat die on me. My box of memories may be filling quickly, but my memory won't allow me to forget, the fun we had on the twenty ninth.

A thousand rooves create one seperate world that cannot compare to no other. We are the generation to be heard of in times new roman and a silverscreen. Two days could make a murder scene. We're absorbed the others slowly die. So what is this juice? What's all this extra time? Why search when you can make believe, why try when you could never know what it means? Stop and hold on to the handle bars. Do it again except let go. Not of yourself, not of your fears, Let go of all questions and angst and strength. Open your mind and open your heart adn this is where you'll learn to start. Never turn back, no. On the dance floor, controlled by slow montion. You step up to the plate but you walk in fast foreward. We're riding on bass lines, and I think you're missing out. I gaze from outside the box and peer in at your box with ends. Fuck, I want you out, want to figure you out. Hold on to this life, a one ride event. Procrastinating another etrnity, and its far too late - way past any due date. Your heart has turned to stone. Take my hand, move your feet, sit and listen, this is how we play your game. Automatic forfit is not a ballroom rule. Infact to conclude there is only one. And its to let go of what was before and live for the moment. Invisible even lines, comprehendable business ties. A nightmare everynight because your screams for help are left unheard. No one listens to prissy girls anyway, because that brat of a voice doesn't match your image of good. See the outsides sinking in.If someone thinks they're going to sew my eyes shut, it just means they never liked me that much anyway. Conformists are puzzled as they peer into the keyhole where we live. Still on the never ending bass line, with vocals like an anthem you cabn't find at any music store. We're all dancing to the same routine, but fuck this isn't conformity, this is your world wide liberation.</sup>