Picture Books
I’m the slump in the chair
I’m the exhale at the end of the day
I’m a room full of strangers
I’m an addict’s skin
I’m a plate of fast food
I’m cheap cigarettes
I’m skunk weed
I’m settle
I’m hesitation
I’m the wake breaking a good dream
I’m the sleep ruining a good fuck
I’m traffic
I’m sweat
I’m a voided check
I’m the echo of a broken promise
I’m last rites
I’m first on the scene
I’m the tip of desperation
I’m the end of hope
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
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