Let me have a road trip cleanse
A ritual where each event is imaginative
Stretches of road ahead with a goal of a destination creates a sanctuary from daily productive feats
The windows allow the airing of light and the observation of vast landscapes
Alike a metaphor that can describe the embarked journey at hand
Unrehearsed and choppy, leads to the treasure of hidden manifestations
People bound by one same destination
The blurring of trees left behind mimics the consistent click of a clock, the only reminder of when it’s time to stop
There is a lot of ground to cover, but this ritual can’t be rushed and is often left unfinished
These rides hardly have a process, but distinguishable cycles arise
Usually an unknown feeling powers the dynamic
A seamless shared floor can be considered a goal
We can evaluate how it’s going, but the lasting impact from one unto other will remain unknown
In space of these doors, short of everything goes
A laugh, a cry, be happy even if it ends in fight
Rules of small talk do not apply
Long spouts of silence are a form of communication that create moments deep reflection
Processing, processing, feelings don’t need organizing
Who knows what passionate saunas these stretches of tree lines and city centers have given sanctuary to
Soon you leave, but the moments of the trip become stored, maybe even a start of a fond memory
J.Mar
JMar 