driving down a dark and dusty road. as the shadows of trees, darkened it even more. not a light in sight, other than the ones glaring from my jeep. blaring music as i sing terribly along, and i guess you could say alone. with the miles of solitude riding shotgun, and the memories lost within the reflections of a rear view mirror. i find my way through the trees. beyond where those dirt roads end, to rest upon a hill. as i walk around smiling, for what i’ve found in these miles of solitude. is that i can’t carry, what my hands don’t have to hold.
-joshua ryan stewart