I’m not much of a romantic, but the sunrise in Ohio, on the best of terms, is enough to move me. Usually that movement is restricted to the day’s first cigerette, habit trumps all. Now, I’m not delusional enough to believe Ohio is some great state, where the view can be stamped on a postcard and marketed to newlyweds on the cusp of the greatest. Though Ohio does have the supernatural ability to be mundane, the quiet guy in the back of the class who wears solid color tee-shirts but might be somewhat interesting had he ever gained the ability to market his own brand of cool.
Back to the sunrise, back to the first cigerette and the first cough and eventually the last clean air to be breathed by yours truly. Purple, pinks, warm colors in the horizon eclipse the over-whelming feeling of that same habit that hung loose in my lips. What was I more drawn to, what was it about the break of day that found my interest. Perhaps the beauty in the splitting rays of an all-encompessed world as we sit and marvel while scraping the crusty shit from our eyes is the answer; or is it the nicotine fix after a night of dreamless nothing.
Chemical dependecy dooms the beauty of nature, as I have found.
The caffeine of a dark roast and double expresso, the surgeon-like focus of adderall, the charisma of sticking your dick in the entire world and knowing they love it of cocaine, what have you. Modern science has rendered nature into a bad impressionist vision of something beautiful, when the concentrated, frozen version is just a couple dollars away.
Both, however, die in time; and I believe it takes too long for the sun to rise.
Back to the sunrise, back to the first cigerette and the first cough and eventually the last clean air to be breathed by yours truly. Purple, pinks, warm colors in the horizon eclipse the over-whelming feeling of that same habit that hung loose in my lips. What was I more drawn to, what was it about the break of day that found my interest. Perhaps the beauty in the splitting rays of an all-encompessed world as we sit and marvel while scraping the crusty shit from our eyes is the answer; or is it the nicotine fix after a night of dreamless nothing.
Chemical dependecy dooms the beauty of nature, as I have found.
The caffeine of a dark roast and double expresso, the surgeon-like focus of adderall, the charisma of sticking your dick in the entire world and knowing they love it of cocaine, what have you. Modern science has rendered nature into a bad impressionist vision of something beautiful, when the concentrated, frozen version is just a couple dollars away.
Both, however, die in time; and I believe it takes too long for the sun to rise.
