Saturday, October 13, 2012

nowhere land

Leaping off of this train.  I've already scarred my feet and melted my soul in that heat. It is not a wish of business. It is a truth of character. The fuel that you put into the machine returns a brutal steam. Why'd ya have to be so mean. I can be too smart for my own good. Too heart for my own good. I don't have any more time to waste. I'll miss this place. Alaska is a far ways away. Maybe someday there will be a little less shame, a little less pain.



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