here i sit
on a drive i wish was endless
but it's not.
it's not a joyride.
because like everything else,
the car will stop.
it will reach the end.
it will reach its destination.
YOU ARE READING
tho(ugh)ts
Poésiecontent warning! some poems may have minor cursing and dark themes! my messy thoughts compressed into a series of poetry (dark mode recommended)
