white specks

Johnny narrows his eyes as he walks through a clearing to a copse of trees. “dammit” He is squinting so hard his eyes are almost closed. “Can’t see shit anymore”. He drops his rucksack and rummages inside for something to eat. Nothing. He has eaten all of his supplies, and it has only been three... Continue Reading →

The Trees

The track at the park is round. I like things symmetrical. Symmetry feels right. I ride my bike on the same path without stopping for hours when my mind is racing. I come out here in the middle of the night sometimes, I like it better without all the people. I am here by daylight... Continue Reading →

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