Moving great distances on a train never ridden, I feel the independence I've lacked for so long. This trip will mean the end of my weak ways, it will strengthen my spirit and carry me on, cause there is no merging for this train I'm riding.
As I was toking the last blow of a very strong J, I realized that I don't have enough money to take me home. Exited and terrified at the same time, I walked along the beach. The sun was setting and I was walking in the wrong direction. And as I was pondering on how to reach home, I walked towards the railway. I knew what had to be done, I knew my solution.
I threw away ten cents so that I definitely couldn't ride the train home, and I started
walking. I was thinking of my companion and how I needed to call him, let him know I'm alright and in this crossway of knowing right from wrong, I kept my steady course.
In the setting sun on Haystreet, I came upon this dazzeling garden. It felt like a tropic dreamland in midtown and I decided to have myself a seat. The trees were greener than anything I've seen and a pond was laying in the end of a soft slope. I cleaned my eyes and sat down.
The garden was Eden and I was it's new prins, and I could have done time for what I was about to do. I rolled a J with on of the stronger mau I've ever tasted. The horizon went distant, the trees moved even closer and the smell of an chilly, evening breeze gave me the urge to stand up. Then I walked around thinking of writing this text.
Waiting for the train at the Subbiaco central is a massive waste of time, if you only have twenty cents in your pocket. The trains just keep passing me by and the nightly cold is coming on. Maybe this will be the walk of a lifetime.
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