A van full of paint and friends

A van full of paint and friends (Barnstormers' Style).
Photo equipment is packed safely away as we rattle down in the highway.
Yank cameras out to make records of the trip.
Smiling, sleeping, eating, drinking. Stopping to camp at state parks and swim in lakes, rivers and oceans.
Shutters clicking, paint flying, molds poured, jokes, laughter, tears and stories.
Music festivals, hot sun, long hair - Wild, untethered. - Tee shirts, sun screen, water bottles and contact highs.
Floating on the music. Sizzling in the Southern Heat.

Learn yourself.
I learn me.
I know me.
I never knew so much about me.

Writing letters to the person in the seat beside you.
(Never used "you" when you write, unless it's about your dreams- then, do as you please)
Tell them what they should know about themselves.

When we sleep- we sleep hard and long, on the ground, in tents, in the car, bus, van, plane, on a park bench, on your couch, in beds that belong to someone else ...
Crashing in exhaustion, dreaming of possibilities in beautiful delirium. Salivate for consciousness and lust for sleep.
Take both by storm- your state is yours.