Window Seat

Hidden

Choosing to see the world from literally, another view, can change your life. Plane. Car. Motorcycle. Bicycle. Walking. Just that picture memory only you can relate to the few that share the story.
Road signs remind you where you've been. Text messages are reminders of who you're leaving behind. Stars remember your path. Lightning in the distance behind you.
Music speaks for the journey. Or at least until the forest gracefully grabs your earbuds and welcomes you to the make of life.
The hand waving in the air as your driver increases speed to 65 mph. Going home I see. Wonderful. If only there was a way to outer space. Classic.
I would go anywhere. I would rather go than stay. How? Time is par with travel. I can wait.
Shotgun!
Window seat is mine.

  • Author: Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2019 14:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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