The Endless EastA Poem by V.B.Progress is illusion. Move forward long enough and you wind up where you were.
and the trees, man...
i used to think they'd go on forever. remember the moon in the rearview? orange as a washed-out bloodstain, it was. and that smile at the corners of your mouth... the one that seemed like it was sparring with your eyes for want of a moment that might outlast the view. the carolinas couldn't hold us. ya can't live on sunsets alone, and every one of these words is a sad excuse for trying. i never wanted to believe that the best love we'd ever know was the one we settled for-- or at least, it never felt that way to me. © 2011 V.B.Featured Review
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