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I am running on this empty road
And I am filled with numb and grey
Sunlight beaming through a stagnant
Curtain in an afternoon I can’t
Stand up to face

I am running on this empty road
And I am swallowing every pebble like
A candy trail back to sanity and
Wound up reaching for starred parts
Of hearts that don’t
Respond to beats

I am running on this empty road
And I am filled with the stare of
A dog I no longer own looking
Through the kitsch plates of youth at a
Man who had everyone’s best interest
On the press

I am running on this empty road
And filling it as my body
With the touch of hands and naked skin,
The feeling of the drugs
Pulse through my temple-altered
Drive through the
Clocktower of
Dawn

I am running on this empty road
And I am filled with the freedom of a moment
Colored sickly by the next
And turning over pebble after pebble
With the pendulum of
Fading self

Writer, model, flower child gone wrong. I write about the things I’ve learned; from great thinkers and from my own absurd life experiences.

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