I was one of those. I kept going. It was the summer I turned 16 and fell in love with a woman for the first time.
But summer ended that year and so did the love.
But, some of us kept going didn’t we? We all kept living and loving in our own ways.
Holding our heart hostage, and sometimes setting it free.
I chose the path of freedom. So I told myself. But at times I worried, was it a lie?
I feared I’d held my heart hostage for 20 years. It was supposed to be a means to an end. It was.
You really truly can do what you want, do what your heart desires or you can die a slow death, which is what most of us will do anyway.
So, if Time is now. What are you gonna do with it? Embrace the fucking punk rock summer in my heart that never ends. You best believe it.
Photo of The Depressionistas (from front: me, Michelle Muldrow, Jarrod Kenney) by JoZie DiMaria