His shelter is thin, a line between him and the star field that floats overhead. It’ll be 26 degrees in the tent come morning. He’ll say that’s warmer than normal. His hat says he served. It sits atop the aged Navy man flipping through a library book. Some words are too new to understand, as … Read more
Two curves and I’m out.The rearview flickers like a loose light.Behind lies ground hollowed inside and out.It burns from the endless sun, ending any chance the fruit will grow.It may look like her, but don’t be fooled.This facade has no place in the Golden State.
I miss the kid. He hides behind a scruffy face, his eyes still bright. I see a man waiting too long. He settles for less as he stares. A breaking point comes into focus. The man overthinks what the kid is smart enough to do.
Dimmed sheets sprawl the unlikeliest of after mornings. Lying stunned, questions arise. Proof of immaturity, proof of a lack of intelligence. I’m not sure we were ready for the crash. Thrown out into traffic, thrown out into reality. Hit by the speed And the subtleties.
Not in the most ideal of conditions, we push through with angst to what lies ahead. But sometimes we run into each other, and I can be too big. I’m looking for a way out of all that I do, because as busy as I get you are all I see, think, hear. I only … Read more
Sometimes the words sneak in, and sometimes they sin, they sin. But I never intend any pain that they may bring, again.
Thoughts are like fluid falling a drop at a time. Like a static IV, they’re consuming my mind. And I insert them in code into this handheld device. One’s and zero’s consume my cryptic life.
I was merely telling you, emptying, undoubtedly expressing a problem of mine. But you only bashed me, and judged me, and told me your side. I was merely looking for a friend to listen, someone to confide in, not a reinforcer of the mistake I know I’ve made.
Lit another fire on my way home from bridge burning. I’ll grow out of it, you’ll see. Judged straight off the flat end of the Earth. Quite a fall. I’ll be happy one day, you’ll see.
How do you stop yourself from counting lines on the lips. Part 2 for the books. First words inked. I’ve always only remembered the least memorable details. And you have no idea why I choose to tread water, poor thing. Answerless for fear of falling over the railing, into the water, never-ending. And it’s likely … Read more