College sucks even when you're not in it.

So I leave all my great friends in Tennessee just to come to New Jersey, and make friends with all the seniors just to have them leave for college eight months later. Fuck this.

Smokey Tree Tops

My first time up there
Beyond my expectations
We lit the fire with our fingers
And our lungs filled with smoke
And the tree tops were our minds' canvas

The things I saw
Some terrible, some wonderous
We went together
And our clothes came off
And her body was my sanctuary

We lit our last flame
Let it burn to it's ash
We quenched our thirst
And laid back down
And dreams were our rabbit's hole

Summer Clock

My summer clock
Comes to it's demise
A sad, slow death
Each hour creeping by
And with it's death
Comes the cold