Standing on the corner of the world.

My hair disheveled.

The air is stale.

My stomach in knots.

Time has stopped.

I have a yearning for the desert.

I have a fondness for the south.

Motivation tied weather.

Our coffers are empty.

But I have cookies.

Baseball rising.

I need to get on, get on.

Like a tire running down a hill unobstructed.

But we have cookies.

And they are delicious.