Driving To Eugene

I am sitting in the passenger seat of my friend Jill. The sky is a coconut hideaway blanket of clouds that look like they might burn up later today. 

The yielding sound shadow from my radio on leaving, "I don't know, I don't know, I feel so alive."  It's fascinating that the treat of a shortened life can feel like a translucent experience of being MORE into life. I feel frustrated but awkwardly content one minute and cold ER pissed off the next. My mind is boggled by it.

Who's gonna win? What constitutes that!

Written on her ipad notes, September 24, 2011, 10:25 a.m.