sometimes i just drive
with no set destination.
miles and miles
in one direction.maybe i'm hoping
i'll find something.
maybe I'm just
driving to drive.driving makes me feel
close to something
bigger than myself,
holocene.i'm just one lone car
getting closer
to breaking through
the doors of perception.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poeziemy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.