Unintentionally void and constantly in a vortex of disobeying laws, morals, drinking too much.
Struggling with figuratively wearing my seat belt but getting in the car anyway.
**** IT. I'LL HEAD FOR THE HILLS.
I slam my foot on the gas peddle.
Skull through the windshield.
Crashed into a tree.
In a drunken masquerade, I'm picking all of the pieces up from the wreckage around me.
And forgive me, because I forgot how beautiful that hour long drive was.
Forgive me because those car accidents weren't and left pieces of me on the highway.
Because I'm working towards the day where I will never let green lights scare the **** out of me again.
Trying to find the rest of my pieces solemnly and natural.
Trying to get my license by next week.