my own lil conversation

Rides.
I would pack up my bag,
with my greenie crumpie, guitar, postcards.
compile a travel journal,
write stuff on the bus,
photography with collages,black&white,
run alongside with the kids,
spin till we fall flat on the ground
just in time to catch the sunset,
listen to the stories of the people.
and where words are limited,
us..being worlds apart,
love speaks in a new language.

*i wished I was brave enough.