Time

[spiritofblake]

Seba sat grinning as an ape upon a couch covered with loose feathers. A foaming Miller High-Life rested in his right hand. He would raise it to his mouth and slowly sip those salty waters of odd memories, shallow thoughts and ideas. He was silent, feeling alone in a room full of people and automatically wondering about scattered whys…

Oh,

Comments

[anonymous]

Your writing is very reminiscent of Jack Kerouac's.