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Now, about those highways


 
I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. —David Lynch, Lost Highway
 
 
We all have them don't we?
 
Most of us see them  
as routes to destinations,  
lines guiding us to private  
paradises and cramming in  
what we can on a long drive.
 
This is where i'm home
 
headlights and yellow lines,
polaroids hanging off old  
monuments, memories  
tacked on the trunks of  
tall trees, oral stories  
half finished dripping
off somebody's lips.
 
So do me a favour?  
 
get lost once in a while
leave a little room for
something to happen,
 
the world doesn't  
always need to  
understand it.
Written by neves
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