going hiking tomorrow. need to get away from the touristy towns. need to get away from the eggs an' bacon with a side a burnt toast and all the diners an' dives with the wasted lives. need to get away from the roads, the cars an' people for a while. when i say people, i mean the jailers, the thieves, the lawyers, an' liars, the long-winded naysayers with crooked smiles.
a solitude rewinds back to the roots of my trek. go into the open wild and realize i say. realize change spiritually, mentally and physically. the others only entrap with their claims of "today's" society being all that there is and ever will be. a man cannot believe that and still go on pretending to enjoy that life. i am here, and not there. free.