Friday, February 13, 2009
He kept track of the mile markers where his heart got broken. There were times that it felt like the bottom dropped out and he couldn't drive any longer. And probably places where he should have just kept his mouth shut. But he kept on and on, and slowly his hands grew numb to the wheel, and he drove his car right off that mountain.
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I dream of the day when I don't have a destination or anywhere to be. When I don't have to tell anyone where I am or when I'll finally be home, because I don't have a home. I will sleep wherever I lay my head and that will be enough. I will go days without talking to anyone and nights without seeing another face. I will walk through the deserted amusement parks of my dreams and hold my hands against rusting girders and dilapidated merry-go-rounds and giant swings high above the earth and only see the frolic of the past while I move forward, never needing anything other than this road, other than this drive that never ends. I will haunt the highways and byways, not here and not there. I'll live on corndogs and frozen Cokes and trucker speed, blasting the radio and leaning back. I can't wait to be done with this world.
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Monday, February 02, 2009
I became them all the night you quit counting on me
"tonight when i am rolling over the earth's most lonesome ground
i will think of all the ways next time i will try not to let you down"
I roll down my windows and hold my phone out the window.
I click and hope that I can deliver the image that is in my heart.
A city of bridges and ice and sleet with a rollercoaster on the edges of it all.
It doesn't matter where I drive after this.
I have captured the feeling.
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