there's something about the late night car rides. an unexplained sensation perhaps? probably.
a sense of altered reality, and a feeling that you're in some kind of daydream.
well, not a daydream, obviously, but it's close to the same.
there's also the cool, night air that adds to the mood, and you have goosebumps on your arms now.
breathing in and out. a wonderful
s e n s a t i o n.
it's like long ago, just a child, mesmerized by the headlights soaring past. counting cars as you slip into sleep. and the music is playing on the radio,
soft and quietly. quiet thoughts now.
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poetic rants.
Poetrylowercase intended. slow updates, sorry. also is this even poetry? probably not, but is anything really as it seems?
