many things happen
while driving at 90 miles per hour:
from dissociation to creation,
my mind moves as fast as
the world outside my window.
i process my sorrow
through screams and streams of tears down my face,
but eventually i have to go back home
because you cant run a race away from darkness,
only through it to the bright light
that awaits you at the beginning.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 3:50 AM UTC
many things happen
while driving at 90 miles per hour:
from dissociation to creation,
my mind moves as fast as
the world outside my window.
i process my sorrow
through screams and streams of tears down my face,
but eventually i have to go back home
because you cant run a race away from darkness,
only through it to the bright light
that awaits you at the beginning.
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