My eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land.

Sometimes I wish I could fly.

I know if anything was "super" about me Id be invisible...

Back to the flying thing though.

Its an intriguing thought.

Or maybe time travel.

Thatd be a neat trick.

BAM! I'm in California in 1990.

or go to 1977 in New York for Punk explosion.

oh man.

I do wish I could write something profound and earth shattering to go along with this picture.

But alas I am speechless in this moment.

Not speechless.

Content in where I am in life and whats going on in my life.

I just want it to stay perfect like this.

Id be exceptionally pleased if it would.

I'm just sayin.