10,000 words

Atlantic near Vanderbilt, New York City NY

Description

I’ve deleted 10,000 words as i drift back into my highway sounds Home Alone under the weight of my blankets and the sting of her scorn the staff is my thorn, self pity, forlorn, but in the eyes, her eyes, our eyes I feel the weight of my world fall through me, and that fictitious peace of mind comes crashing in, like the waves of the ocean. Go back to sleep sweet one, the dream freeway to the sea awaits.