moonlight and mountains

I may be listening to Sigur Ros, but the sound of God and Mars is ringing in my head.
I cannot run without it. The mint mocha chip frapp taste still burns on my tongue from that drive and tastes like tears.
You wouldn't really understand, and that's okay. It's like the taste in your mouth when you eat something bitter, then follow that with a soothing sweet taste. it covers it up but it still lingers.

Emotions flare up every time I come close to something new.

The sun glares down at me as if I have done something wrong to it, and it doesn't forgive.
It's a desert out here.

Here I am, in that old place again, down on my face again.
How long will it take?
And how long will I have to wait.

Just realized I've had my iTunes on shuffle for about an hour and haven't changed a single song.

And my jeans are two tones lighter. (and tanner)

I talked last night under the moonlight for hours. Then I swung. Upside down. I feel a habit coming on.