The trees sway gently in the breeze. My eyes are swelling with tears. I see the towering mountains and silently swear to myself that I will someday return to this beautiful state. Climbing into the backseat of the car, I strap on my seatbelt as I whisper "Goodbye."
Escaping to paradise
No turning back
We both like the aroma of bacon.
The smell is waving as a hello.
This smell makes my tongue dry like a desert.
When I smell this, I speedily think about the weekends.
I would hike around the world for this right now.
I couldn't survive without bacon.
From inside I hear
The rain streaming down the drainpipe
Thumping down on the roof
A crack of thunder booms overhead
I walk out the door
I feel the rain on my skin
I don’t want this to ever end
Soft, damp leaves
Deer bellowing in the forest
Point the gun