Journey
My life is rough and tumble
I feel it on my insides
a prowling soul pulsing through these veins
my beating heart
my skin growing flush
lips moisten
eyes well up
my lungs shallow
but I feel a strange aliveness,
like I'm escaping somehow
free as rough and tumble can be
cul de sac
1 month ago
2 comments:
Hard road Zen. Like running with a brick in each hand. Like when she says she's leaving you but you understand 'cause you got another lady tugging at your under pants waistband.
hp
where you headed, SC?
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