We found weight in the end. It's a big city filled with people feeling big. It was the parallel of what we know except better. Or whatever that means. And we didn't belong. Even witnessing how lively it was, we didn't find light and we didn't find whatever it is we were looking for. We never missed home so much and we never have so deeply acknowledged the greatness of home.
We spent every day and night at the beaches, lying near the ocean where we could somehow feel something more. Lying by all the fires we created and imagining things better. Somewhere along the trip, we'd forgotten to play the part. We forgot the play the part of how you're supposed to feel in a different place. We just thought we'd escape for a while. But it followed us straight there. Just the three of us, driving to a promising idea and realizing we found nothing in a really big place. The sadness behind their eyes against those fires... I don't think I can forget them. And leaving a friend behind, and feeling the desperation of wanting to drive him back home with us... It all got really heavy somehow.
We spent every day and night at the beaches, lying near the ocean where we could somehow feel something more. Lying by all the fires we created and imagining things better. Somewhere along the trip, we'd forgotten to play the part. We forgot the play the part of how you're supposed to feel in a different place. We just thought we'd escape for a while. But it followed us straight there. Just the three of us, driving to a promising idea and realizing we found nothing in a really big place. The sadness behind their eyes against those fires... I don't think I can forget them. And leaving a friend behind, and feeling the desperation of wanting to drive him back home with us... It all got really heavy somehow.
