Souvenirs of collected years.
Dust came and gathered on the cover.
A portrait of the road trip,
down the same strip of road where our story started.
Parallel lines where we parked our feelings.
Mind and wheels were strolling.
Thoughts and inks were flowing.
Past the roads and oceans.
Godspeed, my goddess.
Time is of the essence.
It’s currently the present.
So let’s press towards
the sunset .