lets get out of town. lets steal the neighbors truck and drive it into the ocean. lets melt along desert highways and freeze on mountain ranges. lets fill our lungs with saltwater and wring out our hearts in sundried wind.
trust me, my bags are already packed. i need to sit in the passenger seat with my feet hanging out the window. i need to hold your hand and let the distance fade our problems like a school-yard-eraser. because in that truck cab, there cant be anything but us. there wont be room for our insecurities or mistakes or flaws or regrets. there will just be us.
and thatll be enough. well stop only to get gas and food when we have to. we wont look at a map because there wont be any way to write directions to happiness, well just have to find that on our own. and if it takes months, then at least well be trying, at least well be moving instead of rusting over, instead of turning black with oxidation.
we wont be free, but well be close.
because we cant find our problems chained in the same spot, we cant sit here with roots growing deeper and deeper in rotting soil. we need to find ourselves, we need to pretend were a puzzle and the pieces are strewn across the country. maybe well find one sitting at the top of the grand canyon contemplating the majesty of reds and golds and oranges. maybe well find another in the middle of chicago, wind-tousled and crowd-smothered, but intimate in the cocoon of body heat.
maybe well find each other across each state line, under every bridge, at the bottom of every creek.
i dont know, but i know we have to try. i know we have to get in that car and never look back. i know we have to turn the key or we never will. we cant live like this, we cant let ourselves morph into what were not. we cant let this town cut off our legs, our courage, our beautiful wild nature.
we have to go.
we just have to.