brookeofbabylon

The flowers bloomed the birds sang the water was rushing my anger fumed and my ears rang my mouth was cussing my heart is racing you keep on pacing

All the memories taken back into my mind from one song. Not just one particular song but several. Several that bring me back to a certain time. Certain phrases that take me back to sitting on steps watching trains go by. Analyzing the art work done by anonymous teens from only location knows where. Spraying out their feelings. Their symbols of remembrance. Symbols that say that they were here. They existed. They had something to say. One train passed by one day. Written on the side of it were the bold words in blue spray paint with a street style text "Full Moon Funk". Ever since then I've always used Full Moon Funk to describe a feeling. The

So here i sit. In the Ritz Carleton hotel on the corner of Canal and Bourbon. I feel right at home in New Orleans. I dread Sunday. When i return back home. Back to isolation. Back to boy drama. I want to stay here, and meet new people. Light my new incense in my third story apartment in the French Quarter. Gander at the city lights, and the drunk people. Dance to the jazz music and throw my change to the poor and begging. Watch tourist come and tourist go. Walk the streets like I've lived here my entire life. I just can't wait until i finally move here. And peruse my dream. I am tired of waiting. I want it all right now.