embarrassing past, but,
I used to know how to unleash my soul, to open up wide and not be bothered by whatever spilled out; whatever cathartic, elementary, nonsense was begging to exist outside my mind. Now I'm stopped up, stuffy, judgemental, and growing cobwebs on my thoughts. I'd like a portable typewriter, one I can toss in my bike basket, with cricket by my side and a thermos of coffee, ride up to the top of Hancock hill on the east side of Alpine and sit for a while.Too many thoughts crammed in one regular sized head....at the top of the hill I can see for miles and the train that is my brain can spread out and have some room to breathe and reorganize. I'm slowly getting back to that place.
I used to know how to unleash my soul, to open up wide and not be bothered by whatever spilled out; whatever cathartic, elementary, nonsense was begging to exist outside my mind. Now I'm stopped up, stuffy, judgemental, and growing cobwebs on my thoughts. I'd like a portable typewriter, one I can toss in my bike basket, with cricket by my side and a thermos of coffee, ride up to the top of Hancock hill on the east side of Alpine and sit for a while.Too many thoughts crammed in one regular sized head....at the top of the hill I can see for miles and the train that is my brain can spread out and have some room to breathe and reorganize. I'm slowly getting back to that place.
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