Woke up restless, unsettled.
I'm hopeful but cautious. I threw in a grenade and reveled in the shockwave, the whipping wind and debris gave me peace. Now the dust is settled and the sun is out and the silence drives me mad. I hate it.
Give me chaos and wild vines.
I'm a greedy jungle child.
I'm hopeful but cautious. I threw in a grenade and reveled in the shockwave, the whipping wind and debris gave me peace. Now the dust is settled and the sun is out and the silence drives me mad. I hate it.
Give me chaos and wild vines.
I'm a greedy jungle child.
Charles Bukowski