I'm sitting on a bus trying not to fall asleep listing to the rain. I trying to be productive and write something I have been working on for a while now. This bus is very hot. All of these strange small towns for some reason or another are making me feel homesic(even though I'm heading there) I took a small break to jot something down to relax my mind. Here it is. Any typos in this post can be blamed on the fact that trying to post on a phone. I can hardly do this on a computer most of the time. Maybe I will try to fix it once I have a computer handy, but probably not.
The Impossible Visit
One mile, two miles,
three miles past.
The wheels they roll, the towns pass by.
Places I have never seen make me feel homesick.
Places I know well are now all too strange.
I'm closer to home now,
my real home.
Where I was born. Where I will be covered in dirt.
I am close.
I will be there soon, or so I'm told.
I will be there soon.
Will you?
