The trees were tall along the highway, towering giants watching over every traveler. Music loud playing in the car, so many more miles to go before we’re home again.
When I was young I would watch the trees on the sides of the road. I would dream of these roads. I would dream of the telephone poles.
Trapped in memory are the things forgotten.
I sat alone in a crowded room. I step behind the mic. The jokes told in the moment now forgotten.
Dreams and life merge as I look back upon my memory. I’m alone with nothing but memories. I no longer know the names of the many people I have met.
Each moment of memory a fragment of my life. I search through my memories. It makes me miss what my life once was.
https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment
https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87
https://teespring.com/stores/f-jason-whitaker-photography
https://www.tiktok.com/@jason29171
Podcast:
https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/
https://www.instagram.com/jason29171/
https://www.instagram.com/fjasonwhitaker
https://www.instagram.com/fjwwriter
video editing:
Video editing and color grading:
Amazon Wish List:
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/1P4JNPHZT4PNR?ref_=wl_share
B&H Wish Lists:
https://www.bnh.com/wish/d708c22fb2c7d1f91713b6953a9b1957/
https://www.bnh.com/wish/6bf0fe098ba1479a6647d7f85ba48939/
Share this:
Categories: writing
jasonwhitaker29171
Please consider the Following:
https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment
https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87
https://teespring.com/stores/f-jason-whitaker-photography
http://patreon.com/jason29171
Podcast: https://anchor.fm/f-jason-whitaker
https://www.fjasonphoto.com/
https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/
Jason Whitaker 