I come up on deck laughing... then freeze, instantly transported in time. That smell, that unforgettable cloying aroma of funnel cake and sunburned skin leaves me reeling mid-laughter. I start trembling where I stand, unprepared for the whirring picture...
Wanderlust trips erratic rambles Blazes me forward without any thought Brooks effuse productive gurgles Splishing down the bump'ety walk My soul is petted by the forest Soothing silence, natures' seductive caress Thought is washed from every crevice Vac...
My trembling fingers flutterAround the pulse inside my neckI check for signs of lifeNow that my promised life has leftMy hands across my mouthI hold the screams down deepYet sometimes one leaks outIn tracks of tears across my cheekThe emptiness grows larg...
