Countdown

I leave for LAX in an hour—gotta vague plan for what I'm getting into but nothing solid man this is manic! I'm feeling so much at once on adrenaline high ready charging in headfirst, hat gripped in one outstetched hand while the other's gunslingin like an explosion blocking all form to thought so I'm overcome with glittering light partly scared but mostly stoked! Stoked for what will come, what will change, hell over heaven there'll be unsurpassed excitement no doubt, and I'll race the heights just to scream out that I'm there and let the world know everything so that it'll tell me all in return to prove me wrong and guide me back to realness.