Take a Ride With Me

Hey Love

Aria Rose

Too Late To Be Wise

Don't Say No

At the End of The Day

She woke up on a Sunday Morning with a sigh in her breast. She could use a story, she said to the cat on her bed. Then momma' hollered up the stairs, "Oh, Aria, you'll be late
to roll call at the summer school, dear," and Aria drew a breath.

She said, "Kitty, don't ya' know I got a story to tell, beginning on a morning
like the ones we know so well. I think I'll call it 'The first official day of my new life.'
The sky was blue, with such an open road leading away from her old room.

Responsibility don't come so easily when it's just another word.

She wore a pair of mittens often to keep from biting her nails. And stuffed her curls in winter hats for being teased 'bout her hair. But just a hundred bucks she's tucked down behind a painting she made will take her to a brand new place and her anxiety away.

The station was cold as the bus pulled in. She shuffled to her seat and the engine grumbled when she finally realized the world's so small when you're only seventeen. The sky was black and her pillow was the road as her eyes sank beneath stars.

She never told the boys she loved them. She never said when she'd leave. She'd always tidy up the place right before she packed all her things. There were fires on the beach at night and battered tents under trees. And by the end of summer she had secrets clenching her teeth. 

Then one day she randomly picked up the phone and bought a one-way ticket going right back home. She'd stood next to the world, kissed it on the cheek saying "Thank you, now I'll go." Her mind was clear with the tattoo on her thigh tender still. 


Autumn Pie