Five minutes, any day. Spent writing—something anything not for anyone anything no edits no outlines no plans no correction, this is where it goes.enjoy.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

The mountains are more true than you think

"And no matter how hard you wish life was made of gardenia tattoos
and used teabags
and dip-dyed mint green hair
and too many pastel lace shirts,
reality is made up of cement and teeth and blood and
there's no vintage instagram filter to stick it through
so pull your head out of your iPhone and
do something with your bloody life while you've still got it,
Do something with your bloody life!"
I shouted
and the mountains carried the echo back to me.