The best thing in the entire universe is sitting in the backseat of a moving car with a heavy heart and good music.
Look at the world as in falls back into nothingness and the sky as it continues to remain indifferent no matter how far or how fast everything is going, or maybe observing the other vehicles on the highway as they fly off, at times, just at your most poetic times you mistake them for shooting stars which only learned how to ignite vertically until the lives they carry die.
Then, wonder, wonder how your heart doesn't pull your body to the ground, how it doesn't break the steel body that makes up the car and shed into thousands of pieces on the road. Maybe it should engrave a hole in the road as well.
Then, thank the universe for creating people who create such good music. Music is probably the only thing that's stopping you from losing your mind right now.
Thank the universe for making you see things so differently too, thank it for the sensitivity and the exaggeration that made home within your bones.
They make you a good a soul.
