Dead Living Body

It's the right summer to walking on a railroad tracks. I can't afford it to a train station. Hoboing is something I treasured about. Realizing sometimes It's the right path to stay under civilization in a way. People on woodstick castle most likely scared of a myth about the lost kid. Questioning myself about how a unhalf grown kid beating up an adult. I didn't bring my sound tape. Doesn't mean I can't afford it. Sometimes music distracted those bird sounds. Mostly one or two deer being found has some magic inside. Leaving me in confusion about the walk step behind me. The same rythm and tempo, but it could not make any sense. Packing two clothes and a sleeping bag. Maybe it's stupid for two days one night.

"Every day, it's a-getting closer. Going faster than a rollercoaster. Love like yours will surely come my way." A sound tape, but from where? "Behind you." Not shocked, or flinched. "You're strange kid. In this woods and someone jumpscared you without single reaction." That's my habit since I was four year old. I want to answer that question with a question as well. "How should I react anyway?" "You're silly kid. Then you walk away like I'm a ghost." "Yes you are." That hitchike seems knowing me well with that kind of approach. "You're english good." "You?" "I'm half hispanic. A plane fell me down into this village." I didn't ask about it. Most likely it's an idiom. But must be think more critically about it. I don't care if he's lying or not. All I know he's an adult around my age, worth friend to make a living. All blood in this world are mixed with rapid arrows around the ocean, around the sliced land. "I still imagined how those eyes stare." "Yeah, like you could." None of us suspicious against one another. More like pacifist, I supposed. The tape starts again, "Every day, it's a-getting faster. Everyone said,"Go ahead and ask her " Love like yours will surely come my way, A-hey, a-hey" Shut up man!" "Ok, ok." It's an awkward moments. Never being like this before. The song just tickling my brain, it supposed to be different song. Trying to make skin to him about it. "Did you hear that?"" "What?" "Leaves, birds." "You boring man, let's play another sound." The sound plays, "I ran all the way home. Just to say I'm sorry (sorry) Please let me stay, I ran all the way, yay-yay-yay-yay." It's better now. Some people giving a sign without open his mouth. Pure face talk or body talk. Without concious mind, interaction happen. That amigo start talking, " Buenos dias." "Porque?" "De nada." "Mi y'amo Santiago. Como para ti Ago." "Mi see. Me yamo Gordon. Como para mi Gordie." This is awkward. I don't know how to explain. "Lo siento, amigo. I got you, hahahaha." "Oh come on dude. That's not funny at all." "Hey Gordon what time is it?" "I don't know." Not really don't know, actually. My brain just too lazy, even too stare at something. Ago just literally seeing a sun brightness. "Oh, it's night." I hold my laugh. But seriously, he really mean it. Ago opens his bag, there is a bag in a bag, but more little of course. Take a box that looks delicious. I must be crazy for saying that. His hand moving towards the opener like it's a treasure map contains pennies. My eyes almost caught off my guard. It's a hamburger melting into different form. "Perdone, senor." "Disculpe. Mi-" "Como para es ti tacos." Oh, it's real boss. Tacos hamtacos. My tongue seems spread out to swallowing all of that. "Can I take a bite?" "Of course. My pleasure." Wow. It's tasty and still hot! "Man, that's great. You made it yourself? "Si. Como para-" "In english, please!" "Sorry, sir." "So Ago, right? What brings you here?" "I told you-" "Ok, ok, I trust you man. Someone fell you off guard in a plane. That must be hurt." "Absolutely!" We sitting on the soil. Don't know if there is a bear near us. Still wondering how to kill wild animal rather than being eaten. I'm sure that human's always on the top when it comes to food chain. Last time my history teacher told us that people back in the day together killing group of lion for their life. My peers seem didn't care about it. But still believe a train ghost that harmless even if he's there. "Where you going?" Ago asked me like he''s been with me for half year. "De nada, amigo. De nada."

Cycle repeated. Not long after meet somene I'd like to walk alone. I sing, "I walk the only road-" oh sorry wrong song. I know Ago following me from behind. But sooner or later he's left away behind. Maybe some doubt in his mind, or let me go unlike those ego maniac with something in the way. "Get back here man." Ohh, not too far actually. Catch up with me while half drunk wtih his own booze. "Give me that, I 'm starving." Most people think that's just to keep up with a social hardware. Neither escaping from reality, it's now absurd. "You bring some medicine, aren't you?" Ago asked me. I don't even care if anyone know it. Guess who's more churchy. "I have it. You want it, right?" "No, just asking." I just drink a sip of it as well. Let just say we don't think any cool of this. We acidentally became wanderer. It seems no one will understood. And if this statement comes out from my mouth, they would recogized me as retard victim player. These two people spending time has more value rather five or more. "Look at that, apple." "Green apple, I eat tons of that." "Let's just take two of it." We don't realized it was a garden. We still thought it's the same forest we run into. From the door, there is one guy comes outside the window with his dog. "Oh, shit. Run, Gordie!" We're not afraid of him, but Chopper the dog had to sic human anatomy for a decade. We made it and throw a branches to him. Hope to not hurt Choppy, that's not his fault, not the owner itself. It's later evening. I cherish this moment. Last time I run near my favorite complex and while seeing it like my soul just came out from my body. It's pretty scary to talk such thing. But guess what, the art of dying seems crucial. "Hey!" I flinched. "You easily to flinched, Gordie." "First time, huh?" "Ago, let's find some branches over there." Ago's face showing he's frown. He disgraced himself that only forest people that can make a campfire. Yeah that's how complexity human anatomy brain came too far. People from here desire to go outside to city abroad. And people there like Ago, disgraded themselves by cannot survival in a wild. Rough time, wasn't it? But I'm pretty sure all just keep those two-faced pal men. The fire sets, we sitting like usual, don't need to explain about it. "Any raw food?" "Only tacos." "Need to cook?" "You wish." It's low joke, but who cares. Tried to heated it just half minute and eat it. "Man, I don't know what is this supposed to end." "What do you mean?" "I don't know, but-" We get quiet storm sound. Like none ever be like this before. "So what you gonna be next?" Get the same plane supposedly." "How about you?" "Man you asked me that?" "Sorry."