invite

two days, three days.

days go and papers arrive to the door. just keep smiling.

drive and once again feel out of place. though the words welcome.

found out the line is not there for me, but it is actually in me.

drive away and keep myself behind the line.

so far.

joy ride

it's all gray as it starts, there's a focus and a bit of a rush, watch the clocks, feel.

put my hands on the wheel and push pedals, shift, shift. then i look at the mirror and noticed the time flying by me.

almost three years since the last time, another place, another reason, a different color too.

i've waited before, and i remember being so restless by having to wait, when i think sometimes there's no other choice. so i go, close my eyes.

still the seats and sounds stay around for a couple of hours as they start vanishing through the splash of water and the sight of lights.

i drove this road before.

and time goes back in time, showing the places i forgot, and the voices of days gone, and i gaze into the woods. this is where i am.

the change is unstoppable as time. can go back and sometimes forward, yet it never stops.

unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar places, new experiences in the end. this one an experience shared with an old familiar friend, so close and so far away.

as the color turns blue, i turn round and round to one part of the world i never saw before, and there i enter a brand new place for me, and old rusty place for some one else. brings a simile to my face as i think of no one but myself. and a little bit of joy to the morning with no commute.

and i look to the mirrors, and i gaze into the woods, and then i'm back again. here is where i am.