room 93 ; lrh

new americana

i once found her stood outside my door at 3 am.
i asked her what she was doing there.
she replied she was lost.
i asked her where she was going.
she told me she wanted to listen to nirvana and smoke weed.
i asked her why the sudden interaction with me.
she told me we were the new americana and she wanted to get to know the james dean from across the hall.
i didn't understand but i craved hearing her voice even more from then.