(Tom Pearce, Photographed by: Yours Truly)
Curiosity gets the better of us, a barbed fence away and we’re hand in hand running out in the open,
Plains melting into the rockformations, feet melting into the plains.
Bees nests, prickly grass, snake holes, and not much else for miles,
Untouched by greed and unnecessary cruelty,
Snowcapped mountains in the distance,
An expanse of sand and ever-blue sky,
Wind rustles in through the open windows,
Reverberates like a high fidelity whisper.
When all else is dim and hope seems far gone,
Let’s hold this moment dear,
Alone together, riding in the open air.
The way we grow with time can seem so surreal,
Can’t bring to mind the pain you used to feel.