gregorythomasdavid
"The edge of heaven, is the edge of hell..." is the words that I heard through my headphones on a rainy Tuesday night. The music was right and the Nba playoffs were on the tv. The funny thing is that I've been living on this trailer home for about two months now and I don't miss home at all. I just keep rolling along. Stopping by strange places and seeing strange people. It sure is scary out here where no one knows your name. But I feel at home in the uncertainty. I can begin to clear my mind of all of my worldly connections and for once in my god damn life, live. The open road does that for young men. No matter what you've temporarily ran away from, it doesn't even cross your mind when the sun is shining, the ocean is glimmering, and the city lights are starting to fade rapidly into your rearview mirror.
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