The lone wolf eats his Thanksgiving dinner alone.
I like imagining each foot competing for the lead when I run.
Highway Patrolman by Bruce Springsteen.
Something I read.
Dreams have a way of taking me to see people and places that I’ve worked very hard to forget.
Spent a good majority of my elementary school career doodling up contraptions that would enable me to fly. Even collected a few feathers on my walks home.
Deflate.
Those clouds seem to follow my brother around.
Sweet, sweet Florida.