Normally, I would sit and stare out of a closed window.
But this time was different.
It was around midnight and man, was it a good night.
Driving home, being the only car on the parkway among a few strays.
Breeze in my face...A smile placed on my lips...And that anxious feeling inside.
Anxious is to be sad and afraid, and I don't want to feel either of those anymore.
Anxious is the feeling that makes me want to roll up the window and recede inside,
But I don't want to; I shouldn't have to.
I want nothing more than to feel a coolness on my face..
To look down at the road in a moving car and not cower away because 'the lines on the road move entirely too fast.'
I want to feel something. I want to feel alive. I want to live life in the fast lane
And
I want to roll the window down all the way;
Invite the breeze in, gaze down at the pavement, and enjoy this fast-pace, hustle and bustle of life.
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Inner Thoughts
PoesíaThis is just a compilation of my innermost thoughts and feelings.
