Twirling specks of snow fall of the hood of the old truck. Sitting in the drive way of a now abandoned house the truck waits, full of boxes. Inside a shivering girl lay covered in layers of blankets. Hands curling, she tries to get them warm. The door opens and a man, head and shoulders… Continue reading A movie clip that I made up
I am from a square Square homes, and square lives Each trying to be unique But settling for the norm I am from cracked sidewalks And street lamps From empty bank accounts And rental homes But my heart is from sagebrush And gravel roads lined with trees Starry skys and fresh air My… Continue reading I am from
“She’s a kids horse,” Yea right. My life is a closed book. Sleeping in, staying up, eating out. The smell of a new book.
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