visual

drives in circles

stalkered
just in
streetlight neighbors

drifter with a gun

I'm a million different things, all longing to take flight. I'm a spirit longing for the road, the tires of a car screeching into asphalt or concrete, brushing sand off. I'm this soul with the need to see everything, and sometimes feels like I've seen everything.

scribble the sigil

write
re-create
strikethrough
masks
lost words
renovation

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