No Proof Of Yesterday | Ramblings

I stand in a room, noticing the walls that create the square I stand. I then wonder what proof there was that today existed. There is none. No one in a year, let alone in a millennium, would know that this day existed. Not how the day existed through my eyes, at least. That was…

checkered vans in florida | poem

see kids walking holding ice-cream in both hands I wanna ask them for one but they got checkered vans they’re quirky, and I’m not about that life. . you sneak up behind, ask the dude for a bite, then he punches you and you’re blind in the right eye oh god… here’s another car ride…