The longest my beard has ever been.
The sun watched me
Spent most of my day making arrowheads with the sun to my back. My fingers probably hate me. They’re are allot of ideas floating around things to start, things to finish. My beard is the longest its ever been. The thought of shaving has left my mind these days. I made a flint exacto knife witch entertains me. I keep wanting to learn and experience things I wouldn’t normally. A pity I can’t get paid for it.
Different
Italian brew in head, crêpes on my mind. People want to alwase know what’s going on how every one is. I’ve been trying hard to create my life as I see it. To forget how every thing has changed. My heart keeps sinking of news that my best friends are moving into the city, its only twenty minutes away but I can’t make the drive yet. People ask me every day where my brother is, I just say “up north” and try and leav it there, usually followed by a “I don’t know.” In my mind these will bother me. But I have allot going on. I’m loved, I have my family, Mabey if I keep doing good my family will grow, and I can be the indigenous hillbilly I want to be.
Ghost
The roar of a spirit passing by.
The covers lift off my body.
It wakes me up by poking my shoulder.
Also resting its hand on me if I’m haven trouble sleeping.
Hearing it talk early in the morning.
It knows my name.
