i’m just not me
anymore
not the same guy
i used to be
not becoming one
i want to be
less full of hope
now
just full of shit
the happy go lucky guy
died
a couple miles back
i just want a cabin
in the middle of nowhere
with a barrel of whiskey
a good internet signal
peace and quiet
to write all day
no restaurants
or stores
just a plot of land
to grow some crops
an occasional storm
to remind me
hike every morning
to watch the sun rise
write
until
it has long since
set
i’m just not me
anymore
strange thoughts
keeping me
from feeling
like me anymore
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I have one of those too, northern Minnesota. Meet you there?
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I could write my trip hitchhiking from Texas to Minnesota. Become the new Kerouac.
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So I guess not in the morning lol
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Come pick me up. I can hike back.
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Lol I’m sure I can drop you off on the way back.
Well be in a plane though so it’s a far drop 😬
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nah. i’ve already done the jump out of a plane thing. getting lost in search of the american dream has always been a dream of mine.
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So you’re expecting a parachute? Noted
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the separation from you would be enough that i would forgo the parachute
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Lol
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I have a piece of land just like that…. but I know you can’t leave TX…
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I must admit that will be my greatest escape.
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paradise on earth
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Yes, a piece of land to grow veggies, a pen, a stack of paper, (or wifi laptop in lieu), a cat, a warm bed for me is heavenly…
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i do all my writing, even my novels, on my phone. the cat is definitely necessary as well though.
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🐈 😊
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