the journey

Mile after mile after mile. The dotted lines become a blur as you make your away across the country. Looking ahead to a bright future that has nothing to do with what you are driving away from. The trees spin along the side of the road that connects each state to the other. Hay fields and pastures turn into tall buildings and a starless sky, which suddenly creates a wonderful feeling. Your destination is waiting to greet you. The windows remain down so that the words of your music are released, not confined to a small place. Just as you were.

To rediscover something deep within you, that is something worth reaching for. Each mark in the road that is passed on this journey could be compared to the number of thoughts crossing your mind. Your hope is to cross all the lines that were drawn in your mind about what was expected of you. Your hope is to be the person you always knew you were.