Lurking through the window, street lights passing, we had no idea where we were going but we kept on driving, we ignored the road signs and kept on driving, blasted music through the car and sang along, that feeling, the freedom, the happiness, so powerful, I'm lurking through the window, fields are passing, they're endless, trees aligned and a sunset in between and we kept on driving, no destination, just going, I lowered the window and screamed on the top of my lungs, this is what feeling alive is, living without having a destination because it's about the journey, I positioned my head out and look back, I look back to my basic life, but then turned around to see an endless road before me, these memories, this feeling, I'll never forget, I'll never forget this road trip because we kept on driving without ever looking back
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PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
