On our way to Amarillo, we past through these small towns. They looked like ghost towns, where nobody had ever lived. I was entering a different region. I didn’t really know what to expect. I finally noticed that people actually were living there. Gas stations that had rusted metal, and fields that looked endless. It felt so empty. With nothing-ness As we past through four of these towns, i become to miss Dallas. The lights, the traffic, the noise. My parents kept talking about how they would move to these rural places. Never will i raise a cow and own a ranch. Ever. The thought scares me to death. 

Shows how we all have different thoughts. And i’m gonna be living in the city. 

WHAT UPPP NIGGA!