I'm not joking; I'm sitting on home plate in Cayce, SC.
I need to be alone.
I spent the last twelve hours at a beer festival and I just need to be away from everything.
I'm aching for summer.
I'm drinking CAVU and wearing tank tops hoping that will rush along the seasons.
My left leg has a hot spot. I woke up this morning and almost broke down when I saw it. I don't need that right now. There is simply too much going on.
I need sunshine. It makes me healthy.
I need beaches and slight sunburns and loud music and separation from the world.
I'm sitting on home plate in Cayce, SC.
I can't see Orion, but I can see first.
So, I can see the game.
I can hear the crack of the bat.
I know that I can wreck it. I know that I can batter up. I know that I can tap that bat on my heel and smile, because I know I can kill it.
I'm laying down on home plate in Cayce, SC and I'm wishing you were here.
The cloud cover sucks.
I see one star.
I wish I were able to hold your hand.
I'm laying on home plate and I see everything.