I keep looking up but all I see is the ground.
Left...Right...All I see is you.
We are all basically alone.
Terminal beeps.
Scattered bones, pick em up and roll em again.
This destiny has a vice grip. Oh! shit...
I'm laying in the yard, so fugged up.
Never look up...
Enter the trees. Scratches. Thorns. Rumble Tumble.
Search for days for that tight feeling.
You'll never get back. Miles away.
Damn Distance.
Turn to the next blank page.
About Me
- T.K. Rousseau
- I write, explore randomly around the town I live in, and I often forget what I was doing whilst exploring. I stare at the sky, night and day. I kick rocks when I walk. I sometimes miss the mark, trip and fall. I like water. I like calm music. I like loud and rambunctious music. I want to live by the ocean one day, preferably the Pacific. Not in a town or city, maybe a village, but secluded from humanity but close enough to see and touch it. I want to one day own one pair of shoes and live off of what my writing can bring in. I want simple living but the type of simple that is elaborate. I'm rambling on I suppose.
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