oh, oh, ohio.

um. bus rides are funnnnn...

everything was wet.
we were soggy and tired;
we waited for sleep.

i will tell my kids
about living here and there,
and our bus affair.

you were seventeen
and i kept changing my mind.
daytime gets clearer.

listening to his songs,
i realize there no longer
is a connection.

our screams were so loud
and bats flew over our heads.
young girls, we held hands.

this highway is long,
moreso because of the light.
a shot of whiskey.

a darkened skyline,
bike rides, bong rips, and beach trips.
this is my city.

boozing and cruising,
we have still got so much time.
damn this long bus ride.

and everything changes.
transitional winter-spring.
what a new feeling.

one day they showed up,
against everything we knew.
dynamicism.

stuck on this bus ride,
our minds travel much faster.
this is exciting.

this one goes out to the one i love.

i have these goose-bumps.
i don't think they're from the cold.
i think they're from you.