Georgia
 

I was a country boy; barefoot; running through the countryside.
Smile on my face, ’cause it was all about the fun in life.
Happy-go-lucky; plucky. Had his own puppy. Buddies
with the next door neighbors. A Rockwell painting
of a couple friends attached to the jungle gym out back.
Summers spent like Huckle Finn. For months on end we’d have
daily games of H-O-R-S-E on a faded, aging court.
Play-by-play reports by the players playing. Scores
kept in your head… The rain delayed no sport.
Tire-swings tied to trees where forts resided. These were norms
provided me. July; we’d treat the fourth to Hide-and-Seek and S’mores.
… lord. My wildest dreams couldn’t rival Springs I had before...

we moved to…

Dope takes me back man

Ill. Nice Gaussian blur.

I'm at a loss here.

Elaborate.

Pretty

Reminded me of "now is the hour"

It's a good book. Kinda strange. But good

I got a sling blade vibe from it.. good imagery though !

It was a good drop. But WTC tho lol

Nice onslaught of imagery. Fascinating read.

so dope.
left me hanging, wish it was longer
can read this style forever, loved it

made me happy and sad within seconds of each other lol good shit , so glad to see you're still here

succinct. flowed organically with impressive imagery.