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I said "Hey boss, do you think I could take tomorrow off? There’s this thing I gotta go do."
When a door opens in front of you, you just have to jump in. I had to know. I had to feel it. This old thing inside me needed a chance
8 hours... mindless riding with my vocal cords providing the only soundtrack... stop to plug a flat tire... stop to chew some Motrin into the underside of my dry tongue... some coffee and back on the road
Dreams come back. You bury them, forget them, pretend you were a fool... and they always show up at the front door with a big old grin and an invitation to be a kid again...
Legs have been cramping but I finally find the exit. Flip the visor and let the cool wind greet me and chap my eyes. Here I am. Searching for an old feeling... an old friend
She’s waiting for me to call. Few days ago, we spoke for the first time in months. She finally moved out of her old place. Got a new home, the one she’s been waiting on for years. Said "Hey, maybe you could come down and see me before you move in May... we could catch a launch together"
I zig zag through one way streets, barely keeping my fatigued arms loose enough to handle the slower riding in city traffic. I find the river, and shortly after... pull into her lot
There are some things you never think to question. Especially about your past. There are things that happen before you even come into this world which end up completely determining the hill down which your shiny marble will scream.
And on this hill you roll, and yell, and dream, and choose...
I see her first. She is walking through the lobby of her high rise apartment. It is dark outside and she doesn’t see me. When she opens the glass door and steps outside, I leap out and kiss her.
As stiff as I am, the feelings of belonging and purpose have overwhelmed me and made me forget the pain of the road. I am here to meet an old friend, and marvel at an event I have always wanted to see with my own eyes.
My grandma raised me like a second mother, to an extent which I do not know how to describe in words, nor would I attempt here. Anyways, she’s the one who showed me how to see them stars and pick the ones to fly after
Here I am in her living room, catching up... meeting her assisted-living neighbors in this beautiful high rise she has been waiting to move into forever. I owe her for so much. Even she doesn’t know
And when the time comes, we watch the rocketship go into the sky and follow the scatter of light. Dreams
She makes me breakfast in the morning, and I suit up to prepare for the 8 hours of whistling tar which await me on the trip back. And then I decide to ask her a question that has haunted me my entire life.
Over the next hour, she answers it. Right there in the parking lot. And as tears well up in my eyes, I look down and see my own marble, and below it the hill I have been rolling on... for the first time I see those things.
And within the span of those 12 hours with my grandma, sandwiched between 16 hours of engine drone on lonely interstate... I saw the future, and the past, and I drew the line I had to between them.
Thanks Mamaya
and to everyone else, thank you... find your star, and someday you will live on it
When a door opens in front of you, you just have to jump in. I had to know. I had to feel it. This old thing inside me needed a chance
8 hours... mindless riding with my vocal cords providing the only soundtrack... stop to plug a flat tire... stop to chew some Motrin into the underside of my dry tongue... some coffee and back on the road
Dreams come back. You bury them, forget them, pretend you were a fool... and they always show up at the front door with a big old grin and an invitation to be a kid again...
Legs have been cramping but I finally find the exit. Flip the visor and let the cool wind greet me and chap my eyes. Here I am. Searching for an old feeling... an old friend
She’s waiting for me to call. Few days ago, we spoke for the first time in months. She finally moved out of her old place. Got a new home, the one she’s been waiting on for years. Said "Hey, maybe you could come down and see me before you move in May... we could catch a launch together"
I zig zag through one way streets, barely keeping my fatigued arms loose enough to handle the slower riding in city traffic. I find the river, and shortly after... pull into her lot
There are some things you never think to question. Especially about your past. There are things that happen before you even come into this world which end up completely determining the hill down which your shiny marble will scream.
And on this hill you roll, and yell, and dream, and choose...
I see her first. She is walking through the lobby of her high rise apartment. It is dark outside and she doesn’t see me. When she opens the glass door and steps outside, I leap out and kiss her.
As stiff as I am, the feelings of belonging and purpose have overwhelmed me and made me forget the pain of the road. I am here to meet an old friend, and marvel at an event I have always wanted to see with my own eyes.
My grandma raised me like a second mother, to an extent which I do not know how to describe in words, nor would I attempt here. Anyways, she’s the one who showed me how to see them stars and pick the ones to fly after
Here I am in her living room, catching up... meeting her assisted-living neighbors in this beautiful high rise she has been waiting to move into forever. I owe her for so much. Even she doesn’t know
And when the time comes, we watch the rocketship go into the sky and follow the scatter of light. Dreams
She makes me breakfast in the morning, and I suit up to prepare for the 8 hours of whistling tar which await me on the trip back. And then I decide to ask her a question that has haunted me my entire life.
Over the next hour, she answers it. Right there in the parking lot. And as tears well up in my eyes, I look down and see my own marble, and below it the hill I have been rolling on... for the first time I see those things.
And within the span of those 12 hours with my grandma, sandwiched between 16 hours of engine drone on lonely interstate... I saw the future, and the past, and I drew the line I had to between them.
Thanks Mamaya
and to everyone else, thank you... find your star, and someday you will live on it
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