Love Gun.

After a great heatwave from the week past we are now experiencing a thunder storm. This is much preferred now since i would rather be living in a more climate controlled area, possibly somewhere much more gloomy. Like Seattle, my friends there tell me they are content with their habitat and i must move there. In these words i have discovered a new profound jealousy. But then again i do believe that most souls grow sick of the place they reside only for the fact that they have lived there all their life. I guess if you live somewhere long enough you will get exhausted from the usual sites. Ruined brick walls, scarred trees masking the neglected landscape. Poverty has grown two legs and wanders the main streets of my town. Darkness tries its hardest to blanket this but i see with sharp eyes, i see all too well what is not supposed to be seen. I want out. But something keeps me here.