Escape.

These bright strange walls,
keep my gaze,
the loud lecturing voice begins to fade,
lets escape this life,
off to paradise
on my way to find whats real
the reality of my appeal.
Lost but alive,
can feel my insides,
pumping my desires.

Yours Truly, Huckleberry.

Rapidity.

Its getting cold outside
The blankets on the bed are healing.
The shadows on the wall are comforting,
Watch the movement on the ceiling.
Sleeping seems endless,
As the world spins at a measurable rate,
A single life is changing faster.
The speed is fascinating, memories of being in the passenger seat.
180 km, faces are emotionless, adrenalin pumped, breathtaking.
Life was so complete.
It’s one hell of a road ahead.
Thumb up; footsteps keep hitting the gravel.
All the foundations are breaking,
So hard to keep up any longer
Scarred knees from the falls, sore hands from the exertion,
Will never be enough to hold her back.

Your One Minute of Fame

Your One Minute of Fame



The past sometimes crosses the mind,
a memory is reminded of.
A fringe is placed on the face,
a smile is followed.
Knowing that the drama still continues,
shown through your words,
so happy I only had to read your vengeful words in that little inbox.
Must of made you feel so big, thinking you made me feel so small.
No regrets are present, only gratification.
A bow and a thank-you for reminding me, what type of being you are,
and how much hostility you contain.

- Yours Truly. Huckleberry