Solitude is a need just like sleep. Sometimes there is a deficit. That must be caught up.
Preach it Brother Liony.
Holey deficits to the left of me. Choking gluts to the right. Here I am, stuck-
There’s just fine and then there’s the B-side of it. The flip never intended to be a hit, at least not this hard of one.
Tomorrow she’s a Sunday and maybe in the morning I’ll be coming down at last.
Not working for the man is a start, but it doesn’t necessarily mean the end of jobs.
There is still scarce peace to hunt and out beyond that
Freedom to fish for.