I really hate needles.
I stumble across them all the time in the invisible woods, under bridges
and by the train tracks no matter how small the town or city. It’s an epidemic. It’s always depressing...
A cold sensation dribbled down my face in the darkest hours
of night. I awoke, confused as to what
gently touched my stubbles of facial hair.
Rain dripped. It dropped from the
abandoned overhang above my camp, slightly...
It comes and goes in waves much like the ocean, the sun and
the moon. It strikes like jolts of
lightning and then disappears, lurkin’ underneath, and dwellin’ in the
clouds. This esoteric feelin’ is hard to