A face glides through a barren landscape. Find life. Find passion. Find Emotion.
Stale bread is sitting on my plywood table.
The stale taste lingers in the back of my mind.
On a long cross country drive, I see myself.
On a holiday is where I learned to lie.
I hope my memory has been included in everything else you forget. I hope I took reminders with me so you can not think of me. This is the way I want it. Where my soul is dead and gone. The reality of my flesh slowly is fading coast to coast. Blank and I will travel. We will see this great land. And through my muscles and love, I will embrace the world.
Life works out how it does for a reason. A month here, and a year here and everything would be so different. It is just a continuous journey from one stop to the next. There are potholes along the way, but if you pay close attention you can avoid most of them. I am glad my stop seems to be coming up. I've only been dodging potholes for a short time, but I am tired of them already.
A whole year? How did you do it?
I'm only pretty sure that this is a ray of sunshine, but I'm acting on it and appreciating. Well internally I am appreciating, now I am going to vocalize it. Vocalize your life. Remember each feeling whether its good or bad.
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