thecowboy

...feed me the chilly breeze...sunshine fell behind...and i step down the streets strangers and seasons leaves crunching beneath the feet...because around the corner cars honking horns or big trucks and buses are not enough to muffle the whispers of winter...mountains calling in ageless telepathy and i cannot ignore her...the time to wander west in search of the deep powder dancing...storms on the way...my soul fuckin says so...and soon i must fuckin go...