the road.

i would like to close my computer, turn off my phone, and get in my volvo and go.

i'd make a fresh pot of coffee first.

i'd wear a yellow dress.

i'd pick some flowers on my way out the door

some would go in my pocket

and some on my dashboard.

the tunes would wail and my hair would tangle in the wind.

in front of me: a blank blank slate.

 and an open road to anywhere.

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this restless feeling makes my heart weak sometimes.