I'm new and scrubbed free of myself.
The process hurt, it wasn't Milk & Honey,
but it is
Something entirely new
I had California wasted and recycled.
My own little sound.
Halt, hug me. Love me.
I've never been this happy in my life. Its something that you're given when you pay off the mistakes you've made. It's a redemption at the end of itself. The last page of the old book. It's mine in closing. It ends with a smile. I worked for the muscle and the money. For the girl and the friends came naturally. I'm lucky for it, with a happy wonder in my eyesight because lately I've been everywhere. The desert with the Joshua trees under the lawless eyes that reside all over its roots. They trip and roll around looking for the bandit bastard animal and the sorry loser who lost it all in swift motion of gamble and loss. The woods with it's wolves howling by the marsh of rainfall. Roads meant for wrecks and races. Pretty places.
