coasting through the withering terrain
sun follows as i hum against the winds,
shadowed by the roof of a desolate dusty pink sky
a feeling of insignificance washes over me.
that i am just another cog in the machine
mediocrity, ambrosial on my tongue
essence that i crave.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
coasting through the withering terrain
sun follows as i hum against the winds,
shadowed by the roof of a desolate dusty pink sky
a feeling of insignificance washes over me.
that i am just another cog in the machine
mediocrity, ambrosial on my tongue
essence that i crave.
its been a long time. as i was ona road trip driving through a desolate field witha beautiful pink sky enveloping us i had a sudden wave of this emotion that i cannot explain but it was the closest to feeling peace in my opinion.