Tar Roads

I like to think that there's still a child out there - the one who was always playing on the roads and getting her dress torn on the hedges on either side. She would play on the tar which burnt on hot days but kept her warm on cold nights. It was home, almost, and it told her where to go. It was paved for her, just for her...to follow and guard her from going astray into the hedges. Eventually, that road would end at a dessert, dotted with hedges, some with snakes hiding behind them. And so she was told to go wherever she liked.

I like to think there's still a child out there - or rather, I like to think there's a road out there for the child.