The mind, a dormant stone

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Abandonment is my curse.

I talked about the song. the doors and this song all night saying that it would be amazing to be able to sing it. "it's beautiful. I never heard anything like it.  wish you could hear it.  shoot." it was okay. you didn't seem to mind; we just enjoyed the moment. soon it was time to go and to kick off.. get going to a life we had when we first walked in. it was not easy to let go of; i think Jennifer knew. it was by luck we had two cars.  Jenn could go home and i could be with you. you were all i could think about. i thought ...you might be forbidden, but the feeling was too right to look back. you had to hear the song. its melody was amazing, and i said there is nothing quite like it. "it's better than Crystal Ship! (smiling ) "what!!?" (smiling) "it's better than Crystal Ship, or Blue Sunday... Here... you'll hear it.  get in." You got in the car, sorta impressed by my wheels... that was cute of you, b...

This was it. Halos over our heads, smoke rings of laughter. We exchanged names, songs, goals of the future.  You saw I was Europa, you shared your Griffin. There was future. More light beaming from our eyes, indenting our souls with a fondness for all things. "You write ? I draw. You karaoke ? Me too. Which song?" "The Doors. I love The Doors." "Me too. Which song?" "I really love Crystal Ship. That's my favorite." "Mine too...it's so beautiful. Oh my God, let's hear it!" I pulled out my phone, the songs were limited. We squeezed together to share the sound, toasted cigarettes, absorbing more of the moment. Then, we recognized each other.

Tonight we were destined to sit next to each other. Neither of us thought to look, only to listen to the music and enjoy a smoke. I retreated from my friend to mesh into the bricks behind me. I'd tap my head to the beats, wishing to conjure up music to feast on a nighttime lullaby. I just took control, like I always do. "Hey DJ. Do you have any Doors?" He nodded. "I don't want Light my Fire . Too commercial. I love it, but I want to hear Whiskey Bar , or Roadhouse Blues ...or Crystal Ship . I love that song." Then it played. I walked out to greet Jennifer and her panting civilians wanting a shot. She laughed. "Alright! The Doors are on! Woohoo!" More smokes, more lights shared under the sober moonlight. The crowd gathered around Jennifer, more lighters swapped pockets, and they laughed. A peering eye, and a lean forward, "Did someone say, ' Justin ' ?" We gave head shakes... "Ummm, no man." Well allllllrigh...

I had a dream... now let's see if we can get there.