Road Trip

I want to road trip with a girl who sees the positives in everything. Who can see the rain hitting our windshield but be mesmerized by the clouds. I want her to play her favorite album for me, as I discover more about who she is in every lyric. I want her to lay her head out the open window and stare at the endless trees, falling asleep to the sound of the wind. I want to eat at a run down diner in the middle of nowhere with her and act like it’s from a 5 star restaurant because we got ourselves lost and didn’t eat all day. I want to visit places no one has ever heard. I want to take pictures at places like a collector’s museum or a park in a small town because these are the real parts of the world, not dolled up and distorted for us to see. I don’t want this to be a group, I don’t want this to be a party, hell I don’t even want some people to know we left. I want our cellphones off, I want the radio on high, I want us to sing at the top lungs. And every clear night I want to lay in the hood of my car and look at the stars. Let them melt away the worry of gas prices, and car mileage, and the disapproval of our parents. I want to hold her hand and sleep to the sound of nature, because no bed can do this justice. For comfort in every sense of the word lies solely in her arms.