chill of the winter night
drifting through the open sunroof
throbbing stars
a crisp breeze
licking our skin
invading our bodies with tingling goosebumps
slipping ourselves the pill of oblivion
drifting into a reality
that perhaps only existed in our minds
we did believe our imaginations
much more comfortably
than we would ever believe reality
so we sat there
slumped on the black leather seats
watching the notes spill from the speakers
and dissipate into the air
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
chill of the winter night
drifting through the open sunroof
throbbing stars
a crisp breeze
licking our skin
invading our bodies with tingling goosebumps
slipping ourselves the pill of oblivion
drifting into a reality
that perhaps only existed in our minds
we did believe our imaginations
much more comfortably
than we would ever believe reality
so we sat there
slumped on the black leather seats
watching the notes spill from the speakers
and dissipate into the air