John garrison

[crack connoisseur]

i arrived from a train and i got me a nice groovy shirt. nice pants as well and a pack of cigarettes from the salesman

he was nice. but i felt no connection to him. he felt alien. and the way he looked at me. it pierced my soul. and i know it pierced because i looked into myself through his eyes. his alien humanless robot eyes

yet he was only a tiny percentage of what i saw. and around him there stood the nature. the green and the grass and the leaves. i loved the noise of the leaves and how fluffy the grass felt upon my steps
theres something magic about how a little bit of nature got ahold of my whole soul and made me happy. if i am to be happy i just need to walk through the whole nature. and once i did it once i can do it again because ive already forgotten what my first step was