Yallah.

Tumbling red deserts. 

Sleepy eyes and fuzzy sights. 

Pop songs and pit stops, let's take the long way this time. 

Scars on your arm and stories in your eyes. protector, projector, wanderer, wounded. 

Let me know you, can I come with you? 

Each mile soothing my tiny anxious heart, driving away from the illusion of "real life". This seems real. More real than most things I've had so far. 

Soul connect. and you tried not to. but I accidently tied our hearts in knots while napping in your back seat. and you broke the rules. 

You say you don't like walls, but yours stand so tall.

Now don't forget about love, wounded nomad, you can let the light in now. I'll hold your heart and wake you up. You hold my hand, let's go.

Yallah.