Within the city, there exist thousands of routes.
At some stoplight, I can chose to go left, right, or straight.
Though this city is new, and I have no way of knowing which path is which.
The signs seem to be written in another language while faces blur out of focus.
The car speeds up, the grinding of gears bring me joy.
The slow whirl of engine noise satisfying as can be.
Life happens in a single night.
We live and die, here and there.
I want to take every route, even if that includes loosing site of something else
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Poetry//What do I know// It's amazing how you think you know someone so well then one day you come to see that you really don't know that person at all. And you wonder what that says about you. //Exposed, Kimberly Marcus// Started- June 27, 2018 Finish...
