Words are beautifully hideous.
Standing alone they tell stories; “lost”.
Standing together they speak riddles; “I am lost?”.
Used right they reveal truth; “I am lost!”.
In the hands of a wordsmith they become characters only a depraved mind can have; “I don’t want to be found”.
Most hate Mondays because it’s back to the 9-5. Being stuck inside a cubicle creates a mental block. Outdoors is where I like to explore. I’m proud of those who keep at the same routine trying to feed their dreams. Keep at it my dreamers. I’m out here grinding just like you.
It’s only right when he has a fast car. Need for speed. Vroom vroom….