Purple haze

©Edwin Garcia

The moon follows us off into the sunset as we crusie the strip between make believe and reality.  The fine line that it is that seperates the two.  Eyes heavy with lack of sleep, too many visions to fill my head with. No time for shut eye.  Eyes.  The ride is filled with lullabies of soft songs and whistling winds.  The air is crisp tonight as we pass along our way into the fog of tomorrow. somewhere in europe welcomes me, not sure where ill be.  Up too late again but it's ok beacuse it's a holiday.  Saturday.