Guitar on the cliff
I've had it with the civilized world. I need an outback place. Out here on the porch, the constant sea of traffic and lost souls rides by. that would be ok, except for the roar.
Pretending it doesn't matter only hurt me deeper, but I tried.
Not a place to hide, I used every tool I knew... ear plugs, avoidance... but eventually I just knew that I would nevver greet my future from that second story perch.
That's the story of NOW and the rest of this search.
-toe Knee
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