Midnight Hour.

I feel it in the air. I feel it in my bones. I keep it inside so nobody knows. See it in the smoke. See it in the cloud. Not even the crickets make a sound. The cold wraps around me like a blanket. In this state of mind I coudnt fake it. In this state of mind I was the one who made it. The story that continued without the detour. I can see it now forevermore. I can see the memories like A black an white horror m ovie without the gore. Growing up on E street where two shamen raised me up until my twenties. Two years later I felt like a prisoner so I had to break free. I needed a new family. Burning up the cd's. That one really sticks with me even in the 1-3. Moving up from the authority that tried corner me. Standing at my front door wishing i could tranform nastalgia into liquid form. I'll always be the dreamer, a full hearted believer. I'm overcome with this newfound power. I want to bind myself to this midnight hour.