mm

I hate decisions.
and responsibility.
and obligations.
and disappointments.
and feeling so uncertain about everything.

running away sounds nice.
with five dollars in my pocket,
no connections,
just my Bible
peppermint tea
and
a page france cd.
a coffee corrupted skirt
a pencil and paper.
a car smothered in dirt.
making acquaintances
forgetting forest lake.
watching clouds
noticing everything, wide awake.
collecting apples along the way.
the seasons changing
no timepieces crushing me
no superiors rushing me.
Just that higher being
being.
And of course myself
fleeing.