more lost words
driving random country back roads
abandoned over grown farm houses
photos steal the souls
leaving behind the ghosts
is it time now to move on?
what's this next place
another dive bar with over priced cheap beer
another Ma-n-Pop diner for breakfast
after another night sleeping under the stars
in an old musty-spray painted tent.
the skateparks are mere dreams we
don't want to awake from
the friends we make along the way and
run into later on while the same trip rambles on
grand times not to be forgotten
Originally penned Winter - early into 2009, in Florida. Written about a year and a half after the Summer 2007 road trip to Ohio, and written about the journey. From journal book number Two.
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