Friday, October 13, 2006
Along a Road
Welcome to the line. My line.
When I was in high school, I used to drive here at night. Outside this wall, televisions flickered in windows, and car lights crested hills. If friends were with me, we hushed our laughter under the trees.
When my feet swung over the stones and landed on the cemetery road, the vast quiet closed around me, and everything changed.
I walked in silence, sometimes trailed by the moon. Those old hills were covered with so many lives turned grey. I used listen to the words of everyone I ever was. It was there I decided who I would be. And it felt safe.
Where is the place where only you can pass and everything else is left behind? Where is your line?
Posted by jason evans at 12:05 AM