tumbeelin tumbleweed
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11/21/2017 6:07:31 AM
hydroplaning across the desert tundra
the going is stark, miles and miles of flat earth underneath the soles of my feet with nothing but a mcdonalds cup with coke and vodka to keep me busy. it's dry and cold and the only thing seen moving is the smoke of my breath as it hits the air. when you're out in the middle of nowhere you can't see far enough to see anything at all, and you know where you truly stand to others at that moment, you're completely invisible, you could die right here and now and no one would know or care for many hours, you wonder if they would care if they did know on top of that.
there are those three ladies that drift in and out of my mind. the one who's always there for me even though it often seems like i'm mildly disappointing to her, but i try to just face how i am to her and we're currently functioning okay i guess though any day i'll say or do the wrong thing and then it will once again take several days to find our way back.
and the one who doesn't know i exist or at least this is what she'd have me believe. why i can't get off her is anybody's guess but to think about her brings me peace, knowing there's a greater force to aspire to please on the face of this world.
and of course the one I live with, the indignities she brings upon me way too often, the best i can hope for is when we're on the same team in fleeting moments, still she's true blue, i do know how to pick em.
there are all kinds of crevices in this tundra but the ground shows no signs of giving way, looks like i'm destined to live a little longer though in my typing i've neglected my beverage, time to get back to that now. if i keep rolling i might eventually see some scenery sometime past when the morning has officially broken at least on this one day on the calendar of time.
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