The inside of the car is warm.
Soft music floats around gently,
The glow of the panel reflects on the steering wheel
A violet hue.
White puffs of snow hover outside.
So slow, almost like time is stopped.
The passing lights are slightly blurred,
And I watch the golden spots move across my arm,
As I progress down
The smooth, wet road.
A small, comforting world,
Encapsulated within a moving
Figure of metal and glass.
Strange
How it almost feels
Like things are okay
For a little while.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
