EscapeA Poem by Textbook EnigmaticThe final way out.
what if I got on a train
and rode and rode and rode, until my eyes only reflected the blurs of what my life used to be, until my skin felt the same as the leather seat upon which I sat, motionless; until the only ticket I needed was to another world. © 2013 Textbook Enigmatic |
StatsAuthorTextbook EnigmaticAboutI'm not much of a serious writer. That said, I do enjoy writing and wish I wrote on a more consistent basis. I created this profile in the hopes that continued interaction with the writing of others .. more..Writing
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