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So long to the holidays.
13 years ago
Here i have written a poem about what makes me happy. A road trip, going anywhere and doing anything. Im going on one no matter what in the summer of 2014 and to kick it off im going to anthrocon, but after that, i guess i don't know. whatever is on the way home from Pittsburgh to Florida. And on that trip, i know for sure im not going to be alone, i don't know who will be joining me but i know someone will.
"So long to the holidays. Creating new ones, ones where its all my own, on any day and any time.To drive any road, going any place is my holiday. It didn't have to be just a day, it could be several days or weeks for all i cared, with joyous and cheerful nights of my own. Driving the interstate, feeling the wind blow through the windows and grind against my arms and face. Music playing and coming from all directions. Beating of the bass and drums shuffling through my chest as the stroke of each string on the guitar rings in my ears, smiling as my lips sync with the lyrics. Never felt such a real smile before, such pure happiness, quite blissful really. To be out there in the world, and do something so grown, and yet going out just to be a child. Holding intriguing and deep conversations to wherever it is were going. It doesn't matter where it is, but were guaranteed to be there. Being in that car, hands on the steering wheel and foot on the pedal, eyes gazing left to right at my mirrors, is what i really wanted. And during one of those takes i notice something. A soft shade of a shadow, like a blur in the sight itself, sitting there and just as a regular person would. I cant see a face, i cant even tell its gender. This sillhouete. I don't know who it is, or who it will be, but i know for sure their with me. Knowing that I'm not going to be alone on my holiday.
"So long to the holidays. Creating new ones, ones where its all my own, on any day and any time.To drive any road, going any place is my holiday. It didn't have to be just a day, it could be several days or weeks for all i cared, with joyous and cheerful nights of my own. Driving the interstate, feeling the wind blow through the windows and grind against my arms and face. Music playing and coming from all directions. Beating of the bass and drums shuffling through my chest as the stroke of each string on the guitar rings in my ears, smiling as my lips sync with the lyrics. Never felt such a real smile before, such pure happiness, quite blissful really. To be out there in the world, and do something so grown, and yet going out just to be a child. Holding intriguing and deep conversations to wherever it is were going. It doesn't matter where it is, but were guaranteed to be there. Being in that car, hands on the steering wheel and foot on the pedal, eyes gazing left to right at my mirrors, is what i really wanted. And during one of those takes i notice something. A soft shade of a shadow, like a blur in the sight itself, sitting there and just as a regular person would. I cant see a face, i cant even tell its gender. This sillhouete. I don't know who it is, or who it will be, but i know for sure their with me. Knowing that I'm not going to be alone on my holiday.
