The adventurous mind wanders towards the highway without a destination.

So maybe one day i'll just disappear for awhile, drive the open road onto plains, beside oceans, and up strangely molded mountains as i look towards an oddly shaped cloud. Maybe i'll breathe from another atmosphere and quench the thirst of water when it's all evaporated around me. Maybe i'll simply take a long stroll with Brock and exit the vehicle beside a forest and roam around until i decide it's not as lonely when your completely alone rather than with people who choose not to see you there. Maybe, just maybe, i'll cross state lines and decide that Americans ain't so bad... or take the majestic journey to the glorious glimmering none existent shadows of what used to be ice sculptures and unseen specks of shrubbery. Maybe i'll find my comfort around the rocky, wet, fish scented pin prick on a map kinda town. Wash away my sorrows in the great big apple, a fruit might heal something, ya never know. Switch it up a bit and claim island after island as sea sickness is washed off the ferry with every splash of graceful fin cruising along the side to distract the cluttered mind. Everything, everything that could ever be. Everything stabbed into one place to pinch everything and cluster stress until you really would rather just jump. Everything, poisonous and fatal and each detailed conversation blurring the journey to happiness. Everything, simply wisped away in a time lap tire that could burn it out so far that you would have no choice but to get out there and find a new one... a place to belong once again. A place to feel like they could never just drive away from you. An enduring palace in the mind, to faintly, just be looked at as an equal.