Origins pt. 6

Don't hold me to the above date cuz I don't know for sure, it being Summer and all my lying prostrate in the back of Ryan's mom's van with late afternoon Eastern Shore sun bearing down on my page and we've got windows down, Counting Crows croon sad stereo songs to make us think of all the things we're no longer sure of. Not just every afternoon I look out a fast moving window of rte. 50 to gaze upon a goat tethered to a tree in a country yard leisurely eating grass and as I write these pen thoughts my nose knows manure's around and forever stretched out about us are the flat tilled fields soon to burst with prideful Maryland agriculture and many a vacationer will stop at a roadside stand to procure silver queen corn and cantaloupe that make me always think of seaside breakfasts when I'd sit and watch cartoons and not worry about death or being alone ever.