I want to go where you hide?
Where souls are administered at entry.
A soul would be a nice.
This is a far off destination though.
There are ropes and chains binding me here
but I'm distressed I guess.
Desperate for a last chance to dance.
This is a chance.
So take me there occasionally and
let me have a soul for one night
but when you're done just place me back in bed...
So I can dream once more.
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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