Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Day 6- Journeys

The sky was a 
rear-view mirror. 

Past thirty miles of
cotton fields,
life became a blur.

Questions asked for
a vague sense of completion.

Eyes seemed to recall
surprise instead of tears.
Running towards something
running away from everything.
He couldn’t quite explain
how he had grown up.

There was no reason
to ask for directions.

Source: Chapter 3, Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks