somewhere in the desert, on a road with a speed limit no one ever knew,
you drive straight and fast towards a horizon verdigris with storm clouds, and the only reason you can guess why your foot is magnetized to the gentle resistance of the pedal is because some sorry and broken-down corner of the world, speared through by the highway, has to be better than where you are now.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
somewhere in the desert, on a road with a speed limit no one ever knew,
you drive straight and fast towards a horizon verdigris with storm clouds, and the only reason you can guess why your foot is magnetized to the gentle resistance of the pedal is because some sorry and broken-down corner of the world, speared through by the highway, has to be better than where you are now.