life ain’t so bad.
You are an adventure, the road map kind. leading nowhere, everywhere. Me; Fagged, eyes red telling stories of slumber and sands passing through months and moments. Moments ever consuming, teeming and taut. Foundation laid, strain weaved through alleys and pavements, tinted rose gold. The fork is near, after the brush and wold, with questions proposed. “I have a list,” “I’m open.” “It’s extensive,” “Treasure awaits.” -j.b.
You are
an adventure,
the road map kind.
leading nowhere,
everywhere.
Me;
Fagged, eyes red
telling stories of slumber and sands
passing through months and moments.
Moments ever consuming,
teeming and taut.
Foundation laid,
strain weaved through
alleys and pavements, tinted rose gold.
The fork is near, after the brush and wold,
with questions proposed.
“I have a list,”
“I’m open.”
“It’s extensive,”
“Treasure awaits.”
-j.b.
username: jonathan_bender