I've watched the country side turn into cities driving through five years later knowing nothing of the place I've called home, I've heard of luscious mountains turning into fracking dumps and I've seen the remains. Everything untamed left only to turn into the suburbs we grew up wandering around in trying so hard to find the opposite and separation of what we already knew. These things never change, Underneath a concrete parking lot is still the field I ran barefoot through as a child finding a balance of a screaming mother who never knew but would lay out watching the night sky next to me so I could find some sleep. Broken glass, 3am, sublities of chores and unlocked doors. Adventures, drunken bliss, lack of sleep. You are the feeling of driving through Raleigh 3 years later remembering every street corner and crossroad trying to not laugh at the lyrics of dogwoods and gamblers and truckers and nostalgia. Mud covered knees, cut up feet, witch crackle laughing, and the split moments we realize everything is constant but nothing changes.
