I can remember
sitting in the
back seat of my
parents’ car
as a kid,
coming home from
my grandparents’ house,
or back from dinner.
I can remember
looking through
the window at
the stars, or
looking at my
own reflection
in the glass,
and I can remember
not really thinking
much of it.
I didn’t question
who I was, or
wonder about my place
in the universe.
I just looked and
sat quietly until
we got home.
Sometimes I wish
it was all still
like that.
Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon. View more posts
Me too
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I get it.
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feels good to know others understand
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When I think about my childhood, I had the some outlook. Not thinking of where I would be in 10-20 years. I looked at the world so innocently and naive. I too would love to still feel that way!
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i think it would be nice
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The zen-like tunnel vision of my youth…greatly missed!
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it was simple
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Back to the time when there was no stress.
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nostalgia makes it seem that way at least
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I love that kind of memory. Just gazing out the window while the parents were in the front seat softy talking, and watching the moon follow me. Really nice. 🙂
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good times
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“Can it be that things were oh, so simple then, or has time rewritten every line?”- Marilyn Bergman, “The Way We Were”.
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damn. can it be both?
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Don’t we all…
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i think we all wish for it at times
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I remember when I was six, I stood by the tracks staring at a freight train wishing I could hop on it and go far, far away from my home and school. When I was in the back seat of my parents car, and we were driving by a place with pretty trees, I would spit out the window small pieces of gum and pretend they were people who were going to make their home there in the beautiful trees. I don’t remember having a mind that wasn’t trying to work things out. Lol
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thats beautiful. life was different then. things change. oh well. nice memories nonetheless
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Me, too
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Stop drinking. It will return to that.
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not sure i can do that George..
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…or stop looking back…
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…or that
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Sweet words that I think really touch everybody and make us go back to those happy days of childhood.❤️
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thank you. its nice to hear that others understand
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Reblogged this on LostInThoughts.
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thank you for sharing
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Them were tha days
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fucking right
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I wish that for you too, Lou.
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thank you, Mitch
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