Ghost Town from Seeing Things by brokeMC

Right here in the middle of Nowhere I feel better than I've ever felt. Right here in the middle of Nowhere I found a deeper understanding of Self.

Nothing but Nothing stretches in all directions. I find myself as the intersection, the beginning and ending, both sides of the fence; where time is absent and thoughts are immense.

Where one road cuts through the fat of the land to the bone of the rock, the flesh of the sand. It's harsh and it's beautiful. It gives and takes back, and you can tell it's God's Country because everyone's mad.

The day is hot passion and the night is cold sin, and blood wells up from every hole you dig, and there's more gold in the hills than you could ever hope to find, and your soul exists just to wrestle with the sky.

In this grand expanse, every star speaks of hope, and every cloud is a dream that a mountain let go.
Be sure to ask yourself after we meet on the road, were you talking to me or my ghost?

Slow down. This is my Ghost Town. You've got to go now. Welcome Home Now. Slow Down. This is my Ghost Town. You've got to know how I lost control.

This is my home. So nice of you to pass through my gas station. Let me use it as a classroom. Fast paced sands blast the hourglass groove in this sour patch of earth that the map never knew.

There's crazy energy here like Katmandu, and it's nice to have a couple souls to yap to a babble about the stash of artifacts I've gathered, and I'd love to capture some of your laughter.

See, out here there ain't no Alize or Mobsters so we dance to rhythm of rattlesnake maracas. There's lakes to ponder the depth of the water, the voice of your Mother, the breath of your Father.

The next step is harder: The better part of forever is sharper than anything you could comprehend. it's close to torture. Don't say I didn't warn you. I'm just another ghost haunting this hotel California.

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