Virginia & Kentucky (or the most crossfaded fuckery you shall ever read.)

It was everything or nothing.

All in or all out.

Weird spring flowers and overcast skies.

Crossfaded dreams of tatted hands

Feed into debutante eyes.

Easy to fall in and out of

the talk

Of you and me.

The tamed rebel, caged.

Willing and welcoming..

"

"Love is hard,' she says I faded off.

Distance and time had taken it's toll. It all seemed like some cookie cutter, bullshit pocket philosophical excuse...

For conversation...

Excuses run thin...

When you're battle brave

And broken in

"...it's all too much out here alone..."

I cringed inside.

I Shook it off.

And lit a Joint

(Some pre-rolled shit show of... hyper fixation and unknown faith)

"

"Two more days," I say.

But, it's a delayed response.

Rehearsed and rehashed.

*We reap what we sow, I think*

I hear her voice quiver

*Through some video chat reality of what we use to be*

And words echo in

And

Out.

"

"What happens on the road stays on the road..."

"... Things are different out there..."

"Just don't let her bring it home girl."

It's all too much and so I do another shot and pretend that I've slept.

We do our song and dance.

(A rinse, wash... repeat sorta deal)

But, today...I heard the smile in her voice

Annnnnd

It all felt like home.

Distance and road side motels

One night stands

Hurtful words...

... They disappeared...

In some Hasty need...

Tooo

Hear it again, perhaps

Or

Maybe

Just to fuck her.