popkidu2
War Child
i fell asleep in the library today. it was five thirty when i woke up. the sun was starting to set. a perfect fall evening. its only september, but i can feel fall coming. i got up, cleared the haze from my mind. went outside. it was so cool. that first feel of brisk, cool weather woke me up. campus was almost empty. i sat down on a bench and smoked. that very moment i wanted to be eighteen again. i wanted to be a freshman. no responsibilities. no expectations. no worries. i wanted to walk back to my dorm, find my friends. we'd go out and throw the ball around, do something, do anything. just enjoy the day. then we'd go and grab food. maybe a pizza or dinner at the dining hall. after stuffing ourselves silly, we'd find some beer, hang out and have a few drinks. head out to the soccer game, watch our team win, and then head out for a party. maybe our own. next thing you know, it's two am, we're all drunk, wandering back to our dorms. me and mark, we'd stumble into my room, put the screensaver on, find the tunes. probably radiohead or chemical brothers. find the music that'd sooth our souls. absolute bliss, drinking beers, listening to the tunes. no worries mate. it's all good. just feel it. just be it. or maybe i'd be with a girl. achtung baby playing. feel the soul, feel the skin. where are we? we're in heaven baby. yueah, to be eighteen again. to be without a care. in this moment, sitting on this bench, that's what i want. i don't want the responsibility. i'm too old to be in school. thesis, internship, marrige, kids, house, who's house for the holidays, it's all too much. i don't want it right now. all i want is to be eighteen again.