Wish I were there.
Why?
I dunno, I just
love the highway at night.
Why?
There's something
about that light
green
red
yellow
specks of humanity
because,
in the end,
what more are we than specks?
Humans, moving
through the night
speeding
faster
and faster
until everything
stands still
under a blanket
of thick silence
and blurred stars.
And our lives,
our souls,
escape
through the windows
into the blur
of the green
and the red
and the yellow,
stretched in the sky
with the stars.
...
Oh.
Y'know?
Yeah, I know.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
Wish I were there.
Why?
I dunno, I just
love the highway at night.
Why?
There's something
about that light
green
red
yellow
specks of humanity
because,
in the end,
what more are we than specks?
Humans, moving
through the night
speeding
faster
and faster
until everything
stands still
under a blanket
of thick silence
and blurred stars.
And our lives,
our souls,
escape
through the windows
into the blur
of the green
and the red
and the yellow,
stretched in the sky
with the stars.
...
Oh.
Y'know?
Yeah, I know.
