Cement words.

Long cement crumbling roads with imprints of every car tire that has ever drove over it.
A human is a cement road and every car tire is someone’s feet making them crumble and they hope that someone doesn’t stay just because they’re car broke down and they have no other way to go.
They want a car to stop because the view is gorgeous and they want to spend days on end there just finding themselves.
 Memories carve out every tree and flower and broken pieces of the sky are the pathways covered in rocks.  And somehow every I love you has led me to you. Because for some reason my heart thought it was okay to make a home out of a car that loved to travel.