West Texas

Twelve hours on the road allow you to reflect upon your life. You think about the past, the present, and the future. Memories become projected on the  vast plains and plateaus and tears stream down your face whenever you remember how alone you truly are on this earth. You become a different person every time you make the drive and you wonder why you left home in the first place. The landscape that you knew so well seems different, but it welcomes back its lost child. The mountains await you in the distance and the wind pushes you forward to help you get there faster. It is a strange feeling coming back to something that you knew so well, yet you have forgotten how much you loved it.


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