Come With Me


I wrote this pulled over on the side of I-90 last weekend. Heading east over the mountains, towards my parents homestead, early in the morning, the clouds had just broken over the mountain tops letting the rising sun slice into existence. Sometimes things hit you in a way that you have no choice but to stop and enjoy them the only way you know how.

Come with me.

Let’s run, hand in hand, headlong into this rising sun.

I want to explore this new world as only you and I can.

This was originally posted on my Instagram account @connorgriffinwrites. Show me some love with a follow and take a gander at all the little pieces like this I’ve posted there.




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