caveman
My legs are floating through a field in the middle of the country skimming past tall dry oat leaves and little wildflowers the bugs are buzzing and flying above me. I’m caught in something perhaps a feeling or drifting in a runaway desire.
and contrary to what is best I’ll sing and live in the moment that is real for I know no other way. I want to be a barbarian. It is truly natural to only become who I am and I will not force it. I’ll walk through the rain and run out into the cold.. I am cold now and I will stay some place else that will with open doors take me under shelter. So tired of this feeling for it is just what others place upon me and I can not be brought down. I am already down. and falling..
