The deepness, the thickness of his voice reverberates in my memory. His eyes, forever imprinted to the sides of my mind. The way he twisted his mouth when laughing at the terrified looks that distorted the faces of those around us. The rope that dangled in the hands of the boy sitting behind me. These sights, the feelings that […]Read more "This is to you, Part II"
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast. Die young. Be wild. And have fun. I believe in the country […]Read more "In the Words of Lana Del Rey"
It seems that every time I go to copy my hand-written notes into my book manuscript, I falter. Just a bit. Although, I don’t necessarily consider it a bad thing that I’ve re-routed my cerebral processes to this platform. It’s, in the least, a form of instant gratification. Today is a weird day in the […]Read more "/ɪnˈɛfəbəl/"
Dream child, dream Don’t let them instill Their fear of truth Their version of freedom Their fucked fantasy, controlled One mind, one soul Take your chance Grab it Grab it and steer your ship Child, child Stay forever precious Stay forever true Child, child Grab the hand It’s dark, but You’ll adjust, you’ll adjust You […]Read more "it’s yours"