I want to jump the fence of my rehab again and return to the river miss being alone under a bridge on the river My own house(tent) Wandering the riverlands and exploreing the abandoned tweaker camps Used 1. edles galore. Oh look another beautiful spider web. Time spent on the river was time in fast forwardx4. Blink of an eye, another sunny sinny sunday. Another week vanquished to tweaker purgatory

The sounds of the constant overhead trolley transporting its various customers to places of sadress or hedonism. Id piss and wave at the expressionless faces as the trolley tolled by. Gears spinning as so as my mind. I miss the feeling of feeling utterly alone the howls of coyotes after the trolley stopped for the few hours a night. Waiting for me the trolley always seemed. Eager for me to revel in its idea of far away lands and baseball stadiums Bars of people enjoying there happy hours. New experiences awaiting every stop

The farthest id go is to old town stop to do my hustles. The people i met along the riverbed with faces so sunken and eyes so glazed with dopamine. We would stare at the pipe glowing like flies to shit or stare at the needle dig into your fatless arm hoping to strike gold. These days felt so much more rewarding, Much more full of adventure and turmoil. The sounds of sirens likes mothers lullaby.. how will i ever return to this realm you call real life. I want to have full cheeks anain Full heart and full of hope one day. But fuck man this hurts to exist knowin i can run back to fake blessings of meth