Who am I here? 

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I am on a road trip with my uncle. Rambling through the desert. I play my Game Boy as he drives. "Look out the window." My uncle says. I don't want to, but my neck turns, and my eyes see golden sand, green "Dr. Seuss" trees, and large brown mountains in the distance.

From one window to another. I took a snapshot with my mind.

Had I known the works of Bashō, Bukowski, or Baudelaire, my first haiku would HAVE BEEN tattooed on the inside of my skull.

 

​I keep time alive by taking photographs and writing Haikus... my "haikotos"... With A good soundtrack in my ears to wander to. 

 

Thanks for looking at my window. 

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