What are we doing here?
Why are we driving around this place, in the emulating sunlight, radiating heat through my jeans?
What are we looking for?
I stick my arm out the window to expose it to the breeze and the sun.
Cemeteries, cemeteries.
The trees are beautiful here; ironically alive.
They look like they have secrets to tell.
Tell me a secret.
Enlighten my heart and my mind.
Can we stop driving around and go home?
I have to write all of this down before it escapes my mind like when the fresh scent of a flower leaves my nostrils or when I try to remember something that isn't there....
~~a.s.f.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
What are we doing here?
Why are we driving around this place, in the emulating sunlight, radiating heat through my jeans?
What are we looking for?
I stick my arm out the window to expose it to the breeze and the sun.
Cemeteries, cemeteries.
The trees are beautiful here; ironically alive.
They look like they have secrets to tell.
Tell me a secret.
Enlighten my heart and my mind.
Can we stop driving around and go home?
I have to write all of this down before it escapes my mind like when the fresh scent of a flower leaves my nostrils or when I try to remember something that isn't there....
~~a.s.f.
