Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Nowhere in particular.
That's the destination.
Would you come with me?
Would you stay away?
I'm not waitin' for anyone.
I'm leavin' now,
to nowhere in particular.
No home,
no flag.
I wanna fuck with freedom
in an unknown land.
Whatever,
I'm gettin' older.
And I don't like that place.
It still smelles like her.
And that's so fucked up.
I don't know where the fuck
the road will take me.
And you know what?
I don't even care.
I'm on my way.

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