Chris McCandless.
you died 19 years ago...
always my biggest hero.
I feel what you longer for, not just a rains pour.
To live in the wild, to prove you're no child.
Nature it calls, it beckons my soul.
Or maybe I am misled and its where I belong, for my heart never tells me its wrong.
To live with the trees, to survive on the land.
To let my being freeze among mother natures cold sand.

There is a reason I always want to be alone, never residing to a home is prone.
I do not like the animals we have become, its people I run from.
Wind fills my bones in just the right way, to it I pray.
Help me find the road, the one embeded with my hearts code... may it be Maine or Spain, or a wide open plain. Filled with flowers, no towers, no humans, no lies.
I want to live looking through Earth's eyes.

Oh Chris, for you I will kiss,
This adventure that lies within me, right on the lips.
It will be mine, dirt one with my spine.
Ill put my heart to the grind.

Ill go, Im going, Im gone.

8.28.12

A day of drowsiness, a day of dispair, I don't know what to do with myself, I just want to be free.
Just get through today, maybe tonight's sleep will heal all. If not read another book, that's never a bad call.

Just breath.

the begining of something old and unfinished, with a little of my worry spot .

The start to a mental unload.
My days drive, endurance, and  ,
never keeping there eye on the end of the road.


^ Unfinished.

Worry Spot.
A rubbed off corner
A stress relief
Never found amongst happiness & cheer,
only grief.
Its the loneliness of this corner that I fear.
I do not want it to feel alone, but instead feel me as home.