Sun's out so i stare at trees threadbare
and past them
The way it all shake out there are leaves on my car
wood dulling metal and I never learned how to earth-bend, only roll up my window and escape from myself (the wind)
the breeze a voyeur
I never thought of it like that, but it never stay long
Do I
come off chilly
lotta cold in me
responsibilities of a lost soul, a king
to keep it simple, and learn things
pulling weeds
these nights seem longer than most so i disappear til the morning and
i damn near thought i loved her
and her friends would ask "where'd he go?"
Houses all in a row
painted all different colors
she never said much other than that.
Hustle and flow like yin and yang
only a few figures in the mirror bro
I've had (half a conversation) with each one
tryin to pin em down but they slip away like ghosts every time
damn I feel so scatter brained
on the go still figuring out
how to avoid going in circles
first thing i did was drink too much
dressed in all black they asked me "who was you mourning?"
myself?
black and Green & the sky is travel blogging
leaving me behind
check point