an itching in my thumbs

By itchythumbs

evant, tx

two men chatting at the feed store 100 yards away. not a soul in sight otherwise.

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last minute meetings and i took the long way home from austin back to fort worth. things are slow out here - the good kind of slow - there's no rush and things are simpler. i like that. and the sound of the cicadas crawling and singing and rustling, and the wind blowing, and not a human sound around.

it is moments like these that i always want to tell someone about it, those crystal clear moments of understanding even if you don't know what exactly you have an understanding of. i always get this urge to be able to turn to someone and be like, yes. we both felt that.

but i am too comfortable in oneness, perhaps, and those moments pass and i think afterwards how glad i was to be alone.

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fort worth. glaring rays. my life is curiosity on mars. flashes of information transmitted as the elements slowly eat away at my fragile casing.

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