In Transition

[static_eddie]

I just posted this in response to a virtual stranger's LJ request entitled;
"TELL ME SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL TELL ME SOMETHING FREE"

I feel it belongs in my own journal as well.
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I've always been prone to wandering

Comments

[static_eddie]

*nuzz*

[flying_blind]

I had no view of a highway from my childhood house, but I recall lying awake late nights listening to the distant sound of traffic on the suburban boulevard a half mile or so away, and imagining who was in those cars, where they were going and where they had been. I remember that the sound evoked a combination of excitement and melancholy, and that I often wished I could be out there as part of that long parade of travelers in the night. Even now, the sound of passing cars is far more likely than is the sight of them to provoke such feelings in me.

[static_eddie]

excitement and melancholy; exactly...

You do have a way with words.

[katfireblade]

For me it hasnt been the cars, its been the roadways themselves. I would stand on one looking off into the distance, and it was all I could do to stay in known places. The road beckoned with places unseen, things I had only read about, and every inch walked was something new discovered. I am restless, even in the town I'm in--most people know only a few square blocks, by the time I'm done I tend to know at least 100 miles of state. Already I am growing to know Florida better than my mother, and she grew up here, had her formative teen years here

[static_eddie]

thanks for the excellent reply...
I read it on my phone at the Brickstore last night and wanted to say something...

I once stood on I-75 and briefly placed my hand on the pavement, knowing I'd been to both ends of that highway...

[lynwyn]

"there is ALWAYS an audience."

ugh. don't tell me that.. my social anxiety disorder cannae take it =P

[static_eddie]

...hope you don't believe in ghosts like I do?

Imagine trying to get a moment alone?