The Rock.

I visited a special place today after school. It is this little rock on the top of the park next to my school. I used to go there with my old friends in 9th grade. I had so many memories. This conversation that I had with a friend of mine explains how I felt.

dothack104 (10:34:15 PM): I have work I have to do...and my brain isn't taking that in.

dothack104 (10:34:39 PM): I was hanging on a rock today......it was awesome...

"-----" (10:34:50 PM): O_o ur randomness alarms me

dothack104 (10:34:52 PM): I was alone...I looked in the sky....and i felt fucking great.

dothack104 (10:35:11 PM): It was just me and the air. I could see west harlem.....

dothack104 (10:35:44 PM): Thats one of those moments I was talking about....just...laying there...existing and leaving all the shit down on the ground below with the people and the noise and the drama lit streets.

dothack104 (10:36:23 PM): I didnt care about relationships, people, nothing. Just the damn sky and hoping nothing gets in my pants without me noticing.