second night of summer.

some of you know that i don't typically admit to liking/listening to explosions in the sky, mostly because i feel like there are bands who do the same thing but better, ie. mogwai. tonight, however, i happened to catch a taping of austin city limits with explosions and it was basically religious, so there's that.

11:36 p.m. -
i'm running under street lights and sky, and yes, listening to explosions. stop giving me that look.
i'm dodging cockroaches in the closest approximation of their natural environment that the poor bugs will ever encounter.
i'm dragging my overweight body down the concrete, out of breath, some anonymous part of myself damaged after having been accosted by a stranger - a teenage girl who yelled some obscenity from her car and hurled an entire roll of toilet paper at me.
i'm telling myself that, despite the recent event, people are still fundamentally good.
i'm diverting my attention to the music.
i'm absorbing the rhythm of "magic hours". literally absorbing it.
i'm running now. sprinting. my feet landing upon the speckled grayness with every downbeat. pulling the entire fucking earth behind me.
and then the crescendo.
and the distorted guitars.
and i feel god in my heels.
and her breath in my lungs.
and i am.
that's it.

i just am.