and wyoming grabs you like a hook
and you look at the sunset
and you look at your hands
and you realize
you've never really been home
you aren't now, either
but maybe,
now,
covered in blood,
smelling like leather,
and building a fire,
you might be a bit closer than before.
look at me in the eyes and tell me
are you here
because you want to be,
or because you have to be?
do you fear the echo
of horse hooves in the ravine,
or the yip of coyotes in the hills?
do you miss the neon of nevada?
do you miss yourself?
-icarus
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
