riding in the car, late november
rolling down my window ever so slightly to feel the sharp, cold air
the winds slices through, takes over the empty space
it feels weirdly content
in my head i know this is the peak of it-
the peak of our hollow conversations
those conversations that desperately try to be significant and real
it's rather nostalgic, but i wouldn't know any better
so i pop in one of my earphones in an attempt to fill up the void.
i don't think that helps but yet it's my only comfort-
it's my only sense of warmth around the freezing air
so i sit silently, taking in the view
