On the road for so long. The tiredness only lessoned by conversation. Watch the sky at night, drink to warm the blood, friends (or what we call friends) to keep our souls from running away with our minds. Funny colors in your milk dream eyes. Sentence asphyxiation. Rude to the point of boiling. All this on the road. The road. The road. How many misanthropic analogies can we attribute to such a benign form? The road. Cluster the stars closer together…drink until they align. Quote Jack to feel heady, hell, Ginsberg and you’re a genius. E.E. if you want to cry…or laugh. Elliot to die alone. The road. What is it? Anything that takes you from A to B? The longest journey of your small life can be a hallway. I hate hallways. The road. The road in Fall seems best suited to my allegorical understanding of this mass of stone and water. “I don’t mind dying…I just don’t want to be there”. That road may lead to more roads. The road. It’s every day, every moment. It’s all things to most people. Most people are dead anyway. That was a pedestrian thing to say, but the truth is seldom sexy. The road. An exercise in ego. By myself, for myself. Public consumption always corrupts. Light a cigarette and influence a generation. The road. We want off, but the way is through. The road. A word with no meaning that defines our existence. The road. Beware, be kind, be drunk, be them, be tired, be love, be hate. The road is love. The road is family. The road is. Sincerely, the path. The road. Let it be unforgiving, realize your story through it. Or don’t. It’s all in syntax. What a farce. If the road ends and you have not loved, void of self, go back. If Enso is the stated goal does that defeat the purpose of attaining? Lose to find…so much for literal applications to acquire a desired end. “That tree is green” vs. “That tree is everything”. There is no end until you believe something. Nothing is something if it requires explanation. The road. Her dreams so vivid they colored her from start to start. How beautiful that must be….would be…was be….syntax again. Laugh out loud if the silence feels glass. The road. That which is can become…there is no end. One foot in front of the other. Beauty and bends have always been married. Pull over when the heart demands. Be still when the road is chaos. Stray, but not too far. Down the hallway to the right.