BEING ALIVE IS THE MEANING

We watched the needle fall, miles correlating with the liquid in our tank. We moved ourselves through so many state lines, we forgot time. Highways laced through impeccable fields, indigo ponds nested within tall grass. We counted license plates, saying “You’re far from home!” Our bodies didn’t ask for much, we ate Airheads and Starbursts,Continue reading “BEING ALIVE IS THE MEANING”