Headlights mark another highway like mismatched string lights. Lines of solemn beams endlessly cascading together to form vibrant clusters against the skyline... Eventually becoming nothing but hazy blurs in the growing distance... Until consumed by darkness... And gone from sight.
Somewhere Over Chicago
Austin Skyline
Mission Espada
Mission Door
Floored
Go ahead... Try to gain my attention through your sociopath facade... Because your knowledge of my favorite foods and movies... Leaves me speechless in awe. (Sarcasm) Okay I'll be honest... I'm actually left quite floored... That such a knowledgeable narcissist like you... Thinks I still give a fuck anymore.
5000ft
Disassociated
Empty eyes staring blankly. Focused only on the disregarded imperfections on a painted plaster wall.
Hibiscus
Austin, TX
AO Poetry 
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