please….please…

this need …

to leave…

goooooo…..

out on the road again….

in search of…momentum…life’s last push…

thoughts of comfort…

warm blankets…hot coffee…glasses of wine in a king size bed…

for some… some…

t’was seeking love…to love…be loved…in love…these rarities of life…

i don’t want to be alone…i do not…

among the masses i will go…

where vagabonds pass bottles…speak of pasts…talk of crossroads…America’s intersection…

the constant need to journey…

never settle…never…

walks in Central Park…whiskey in Irish bars…paintings on museum walls…of lilies…lilies…

onto another town…

another…and another…

toss me an anchor…please…please…

i’m sinking…

 

 

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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