whatever

we shared a need mother’s milk of open road
our bodies longed to travel fast
we needed new landscapes to dance beside us

I tried so hard to feel anything
come on,
I need to stand between trees more than a multi vitamin
I need to smell woodsmoke on everything

city existence is sick
sick
homesick
woodsick

fuck it, brilliance is just the ability to say the same thing in an interesting way.

and I’m getting outta here soon.

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