driving through late nights
pulling into vacant spaces
leftover from the day passed
stopping,
usually for a snack
like,
a shitty, sketchy gas station
walking into the plot
of a horror movie
they sells miscellaneous items like
hats
mirrors
and of course,
souvenirs
and somehow
soft serve ice cream?
it just feels
away from time
(for the record, i tried the ice cream)
YOU ARE READING
sincerely,
Poetrya collection of my thoughts & feelings that needed a more permanent place to stay enjoy (original cover photo) note: i may change the name of this at some point i also will be updating frequently c: make sure to add to your library! xo
