MacKenzie, on a whim

Thank you for the time we spent in the dirt needing nothing except each others sticky hands for reminding me that I don't need to look like anything, or feel like anything,  or be anything except me, before I even knew it You wanted me to cover myself in tattoos wear the same clothes twice, thrice, dare I say 4 or 5 times more Now I get to remind you that we can be separated for any extended period of time the immediate physical experience isnt necessary you are in my head and heart from the time the sun rises for me to the time it sets for you and I never knew what you meant by that before I'll travel all over because, like you before, I have no idea what else to do maybe someone will give me a banjo, or a voice, courage,  some tricks up my sleeve. What do you see in me yet? How did we become each other and ourselves together? are you even aware of it? Everyone has the same name as you but that isn't even close And thank you for coming back ...

Thus far through our eyes

I'm already blaming myself for leaving, not sure what the blame is for not sure why. But I'm saying goodbye to the man on the moon, I'm hoping to God I see you soon Back on Rattlesnake Mountain close enough to touch the Big Dipper far enough, always too far from you I'm passing parking lots I called you from, clenching childhood friends sitting where parked cars should be That was years ago and only for the first time

Austin, TX Backpack Yoga Gypsy Video 1

Philadelphia was 24 hours too early breakfast at the Mariott (where we learned you never get to eat the apple turnovers that you stole) and backseat fourties I don't want to see your drunk chataranga truck stop incident chin bruise but we can smoke this weed drink beer and eat chicken wings. Seeing my reflection when I turn to you we are constantly cracking up. The pear doesn't fall far from the tree, but anything in excess will attract the flies finally Thursday made it to the airport too many hours early but at least on time.