E. Kassebaum 26

To me you sound like a man that hates the world. Existing but not liking what you are seeing. Held together by strands of life's beard but life is a bald fuck so you are liable to snap at any time. First it will start mildly. "I didn't punch him, he ran into my fist." then you will explode but don't forget to smile. The camera will be rolling.

313 Sycamore Ave

A place where I used to play.
Back as an adult but things haven't changed.
My home where I took care of my brother and sister.
The place where my grandmother died and mother said she would miss her.
No longer, nothing stronger.
The steps where I sat, composing a song or...
the tree where our fort was the center of our lives...
Its amazing the things that haven't changed...
even after you've died.