Layer by Layer

March 2006

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With the cruise control set at 80 mph, we watched the landscape change as hills outlining the sky carried us into early morning hours.

Bring me back around. I’m worthless in this state of mine.

Nothing to say except I’m no longer stuck in the moment and glorifying the future. Out of touch slackers and perverted dreamers are no longer clamoring in my ears or junking up my reason.

I miss them sometimes, but as time permits, emotions subside and I miss them less and less.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist