he made the world to be a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet

we will walk barefoot and ride in the cars of strangers

along the lake that holds our childhood memories captive

we hope that the 400 miles will be kind to us

i'm ready to go days without food

to be burnt by the midsummer sun

to escape death by the skin of my teeth.

I've spent the night writing letters to all of my loved ones

spun into beautiful words all of the things i never had the chance to say

dearest mother, dearest father

dearest younger brothers

i love you all.