Hazy Days

“Mr. Page in canvas walks on the sidelines without making a single sound.”

The streets smell like piss and there is no place for the homeless. These hazy days make jokes of no one. Every morning feels like a nightmare, even though Page has a good life, sometimes it’s just a bless from the skies to stay inside avoiding the rain. Many cars are roaming on the sideways with motorcycles and bus just behind. Oh yeah, don’t forget the bikers and the skaters. His long time school known fellas and ladies are all set up with a made life, while he is lost in time trying to find his own directions. That makes him fucking depressive and unfaithful but he just goes on the rhythim of the tides as the wind blows his hazy days.

to be continued…

Anúncios

Deixe um comentário

Preencha os seus dados abaixo ou clique em um ícone para log in:

Logotipo do WordPress.com

Você está comentando utilizando sua conta WordPress.com. Sair / Alterar )

Imagem do Twitter

Você está comentando utilizando sua conta Twitter. Sair / Alterar )

Foto do Facebook

Você está comentando utilizando sua conta Facebook. Sair / Alterar )

Foto do Google+

Você está comentando utilizando sua conta Google+. Sair / Alterar )

Conectando a %s