There:
(get to Chicago)
(get us together)

Chicago > St. Louis > Springfield > Tulsa > Amarillo > Albuquerque > Flagstaff > LA.

2638 miles. $398 gas.

A new notebook titled “For Adventures.” An old clock barely ticking on the wall. New hearts and pretty white frames set aside for pictures and for dreams. I taught you to drive in a beaten down grocery store parking lot. You taught me to laugh in a blanket fort in a hotel in the middle of the night in a dream.

Back:
LA > San Fransisco > Phoenix > Santa Fe > Lawrence > New Orleans > Orlando > Savannah > Charleston > Wilmington > Goldsboro > Springfield > Philadelphia > New York.

5049 miles. $867 gas.

What happened to the rocking chair down the hall? I can’t hear it creak anymore. The pages in my journal all tore apart, they got lost somewhere in the wind. My pen ran out of ink and my sweater has a stain on it. Oh wait I think that’s blood running out of my heart. I taught me to drive in an old Ford Taurus down a backroad. I taught me to laugh in a blanket fort in my room in the middle of the day.

I have never been to LA