"i want a life filled with gesticulations."

tonight felt like something out of a kerouac novel. which is not, after all, such a bad thing to be.

The dark full coffeeshop and we were mad with it, the whole of everything so fast and hot and angry, how foul it all is, knowing that we, we were the keys that would tumble down the castle but only if we could find our way and get there alive, the skin on our backs shaking but of course we only spoke in syllables, smelling like smoke and coffee and indignation we know the so many things wrong with this life and know that we can change it but how but how we here alone and struggling with the swirling world, and needing so much to think that there is something right and good and cool out there that would hold us, our mouths turned to cynics already, wanting to save it all.