lily

Baton rouge is a strange land. serial killers used to roam here silently looking for prey. Only pills can make me sleep in this state. spent all night rubbing the edges of my knife while some typical southern redneck trucker kept prepositioning me and i'm covered in dirt head to toe. watched the lot lizards creep around and shared cigarettes with them. watched alot of land passed by and counted from 5 to 1 as soon as i left the texas border. dirty southern soul. got all caught up in the wrong place. But there is always freedom as 1:02 in the morning, even if its just through pencils scratching on my notebook.
Love, Lily