Whenever I drive on the road in town
I feel on edge; too tightly bound.
The streets, they seem a perfect line –
suffocating creativity – hindering the mind.
Hill roads I need; their curving slopes –
fuel for my drive – a spark for my hopes.
- Welcome to The Gnarly Oak; Northern California writing, poetry, and photography, all by Ryan Griffiths; check the "About" section for more on myself. All the writings and photographs here are © by Ryan Griffiths.