I have returned.
From outer-space.
The trees on earth seem so foreign now. The sound of birds chirping does not fade into the background of this moment; each song is bright in my mind.



if your favorite word is isthmus
if you love old water=logged newspapers
if your idol is Mark Twain
if you have dreams of playing poker with God and call his bluffs perfectly
if you love to look at trees through the flames of a campfire
if you dislike laugh tracks
if you love the feeling of peach juice trickling down your right hand
if you sway to country songs on the radio
if you sit in the driver's seat of a car with a girl in control of her life
if you enjoy sneaking around buying multiple packs of cigarettes at a time
if your biggest wound has come from a cigarette lighter in a purple dodge neon
if your friday nights consist of sitting on a porch listening to the crickets and your own thoughts
if you chewed on crayons as a child

then
you are Fernando