I must write or die. It is my only true savior and salvation. The ocean is my church. I love animals more than most people. I used to be a lawyer in practice, now I am one in theory. I am complicated and spiritual, empathetic and kind.
train moans
down long steel stretch
outside my window
hazy sun
wraps around
for the journey
dusty memories
of a country song
stir my aching soul
journey too rough
song too short
whiskey misses the wounded
train doesn’t stop here
anymore
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