Tramps like Us

We held onto promise like it was something written in the astronomical signs. Like it was etched on our souls, from the moment of conception. We clung to fate, we saw patterns not knowing if everything is a pattern, or just a symptom of consciousness. We created the depths of the shallows, looking at the night sky smoking cigarettes, star struck eyes creation filling us, as the summer wind tousled our over grown hair. And the nightmares of youth were all behind us; Waiting. Bored and amused. Tightened up and ready to get used. It was all so perfect. It was all so Naïve. We made such pretty tramps