🔵 By Ian Lockhart. Photo by lauragrafie.
This things is real Bruh
„Cold“ is the feel Bruh!!
Bodied in concrete and steel
Or, wood if you feel Bruh.
I don’t know if isolation was forced upon me,
Or, if I chose solitude.
I know that I was seeking maximum security,
But thought that was lots of money, shelter & food.
Like the prodical son
I jagged mine.
Blinded by the benefits of crime.
And ignorant of the signs,
Who would’ve thought straddling the fence
Was the same as crossing the line,
TWO TIMES?!!
Time after time,
Since the sum of three and nine,
I put the tock before the tick in my time
And moved accordingly.
Having Maximum security was dear to me,
Now it’s near to me.
Its form so pure to me.
This thing is real Bruh!!
„Cold“ is the feel Bruh.