S.o.S.

 

 

Set me free, the fire is out of control.

The smoke is clouding my mind.

Smoldering, smoldering.

Let it out, the heat is overbearing.

Just want to breath.

Running, running.

Save me.

ImageMy friend let me paint her face and take her picture this weekend. After I edited this picture, it reminded me of the Native Americans that once freely roamed America. The poem I wrote is my reflection of the character my friend X was conveying. Doesn’t help that I am currently listening to ‘Lonesome Crowded West’ by Modest Mouse. Winter really needs to be over soon. The angst of Spring is really overbearing right now. Sunshine, where are you?

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