A rimose memory.
Dating back 9-7
A sense of abhorrence for that thought.
Trite diction, follow through
Seek panacea.
A simple way to a cure.
He is still alive.
Stultification.
Way further than the true mark.
You don't have it yet.
JimJams Strabismus.
Jitters, a eye condition.
Slowly taking me.
Tabescence sets in.
I'm dissolving into soil.
Taking you with me.
Repatriate me.
I don't belong in this place,
and they don't see this...
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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