art show
today is a good day....
i saw the art show. i saw a face in the wire tree and it made me feel less ashamed of where it is i've come from. i saw rails and towers rising from the waters and it reminded me of jumping into the river two summers ago. it all reminded me so much of home, but (for those of you who know what my home is like) only the good parts. it reminded me of highschool football, which in my home town is a religion. and i keep thinking of those long lazy drives down Herndon on sunday afternoons. full up with chinese food and soul. the car packed with contented teenagers just looking for no place to go. i'm usually in the backseat because we never take my car. the music was worth driving for. in the latter stages it moved from tiny dancer to maroon 5. and we just sat. sometimes we sang. but mostly we stayed still and took in the yellow of the spring time afternoons or the rust of fall. we took those curves with so much ease, it always seems like we were driving just a little too fast. maybe that was the begining of realizing that we didn't want to live there anymore. and then we park at the old Buckhead Church. this was our goal. get out, walk around, go to the grave yard maybe down to the creek. walk some dirt roads and film your own memories. like the time todd got smashed in the head by a falling branch. sit on your car, smoke a cigarette. laugh a little. then another ten miles to the academy, read the spray paint on the walls. probably break some glass. get back in the car, sing all the way home. maggie, julie, jimmy, rachel, and me. and the next weekend, go out to the bridge and jump in. take pictures of everyone mid flight. drink a little. have a good time. go out to the field and "sled." the dumbest sport you can imagine and yes i did do it. and i hate to admit it, but i miss those days. i hate being home, but i miss when i didn't have so much to worry about. so, when it gets warm... i'm going home to the boro. i'm driving out to wadley. i'm finding that bridge and i'm jumping in. and i'm taking all of you with me.
i saw the art show. i saw a face in the wire tree and it made me feel less ashamed of where it is i've come from. i saw rails and towers rising from the waters and it reminded me of jumping into the river two summers ago. it all reminded me so much of home, but (for those of you who know what my home is like) only the good parts. it reminded me of highschool football, which in my home town is a religion. and i keep thinking of those long lazy drives down Herndon on sunday afternoons. full up with chinese food and soul. the car packed with contented teenagers just looking for no place to go. i'm usually in the backseat because we never take my car. the music was worth driving for. in the latter stages it moved from tiny dancer to maroon 5. and we just sat. sometimes we sang. but mostly we stayed still and took in the yellow of the spring time afternoons or the rust of fall. we took those curves with so much ease, it always seems like we were driving just a little too fast. maybe that was the begining of realizing that we didn't want to live there anymore. and then we park at the old Buckhead Church. this was our goal. get out, walk around, go to the grave yard maybe down to the creek. walk some dirt roads and film your own memories. like the time todd got smashed in the head by a falling branch. sit on your car, smoke a cigarette. laugh a little. then another ten miles to the academy, read the spray paint on the walls. probably break some glass. get back in the car, sing all the way home. maggie, julie, jimmy, rachel, and me. and the next weekend, go out to the bridge and jump in. take pictures of everyone mid flight. drink a little. have a good time. go out to the field and "sled." the dumbest sport you can imagine and yes i did do it. and i hate to admit it, but i miss those days. i hate being home, but i miss when i didn't have so much to worry about. so, when it gets warm... i'm going home to the boro. i'm driving out to wadley. i'm finding that bridge and i'm jumping in. and i'm taking all of you with me.
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