I’m writing this
while walking across
a lawn
and that is difficult
to do
but I’m doing it
because I believe
anything
is worth it
in the moment
and in these lines
I find escape
as many have.
Now I’m in my car
and I’m risking my neck
for these lines
ain’t that impressive?
One eye on the road
the other on this pad
doin’ it
because.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
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