and the wretched thing
is that
i only ever feel free beneath sobbing skies
caffeined heart pumping music
the white of highway lines flashing by
outside my fogged window -
i am only content in escape.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
• one more cup of coffee •
Poesía{ if peace is what i'm after, i'm going nowhere fast } ~ rusty clanton ; one more cup of coffee 9/21/17 - #75 in poetry
