Hit the Road
Call for Entries Accepted Artists
Seattle, Washington, USA
If a tree falls
The road is where I played water balloon fights with the neighbors, where I stood to adore my high school crush, where my cousin got pooped on the shoulder by a bird. The road is what I drove on as I found my first home to call my own. The road is what I ran to when my mother stomped my head to the ground.
The road is where my blood dripped steadily from my nose, where I made my girlfriend cry, where I was called a fucking chink. The road is how I escaped from my past, in search of a new life. The road is where I found a shoe that said “Sega,” which was the company name of my former employer, where I met one of my random hook up’s, and where I stood when I received my first college acceptance letter.
The road is where we have deep, intimate conversations about life, where I found odd foods, like the garbage plate of Rochester, where my friends and I share dreams of our future, where I reflect on the mistakes of my past and where my tears dried up. The road is where the sun shined upon my body. The road is a path unknown, and it promises me new adventures.