"I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yaws over the roofs of the world."
Something weird is happening. And by something weird, I mean something that happens—well, every night of my life.
I sit in my living room, and I’m just wild. I’m restless. I want to drive fast, jump in a river, hear my own echo.
Why do I have this urge to search for more?
There is so much youth inside of me, and love, and sometimes-- I don't know where to send it all.