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An so wearing ripped up jeans and a wife beater. That night that the darkness edged on. She got in his car. This could of been any night. Infact it could of been almost any girl. But she. She wasn't Like any girl. She was an intoxicating taste of impulse an control. Wise an naive. Scared an cold. Passionate an amazing. She never got in cars with strangers. Not without her cell. She understood the dangers she seemed to unknownigly attract. If there was two paths. She traveled on four. She loved traveling with no destination. But rarely indulged in that desire.
So there the night was embracing them as she rode in the stranger car with no idea as to where they were. An for once. Or maybe twice. She didn't care. He asked her if she had any idea the way her chest rose as she laughed. An how at ease she seemed to be.
She paused in her story of self discovery to say. I never do things like this. I'm not a very open person.
He asked her what she was scared of? She said herself. She told him a story of shame an mockery use abuse accuse an excuse. That She never really forgave a girl that was obsessed with her or her ex for the fool he protrayed her as . But she wanted happiness an love an was just starting to open herself up to that. An it wasn't the darkness of her self but her lightness that scared her. An She had been on this pattern of espionage until she realized excess couldnt fill her void. Whether it was hard work,hard sex, hard drugs. That she was finally becoming comfortable in her. She spoke so evenly on her strongholds, on her bondage. What held her captive since she was a little girl. He was almost jealous of her ex not because he sensed she was in love with him. But because of the peace she potrayed him an the past relationship. He had caught himself calling his ex a bitter bitch.
Somewhere in the night she showed him her back the lines She inhaled slowly are the different paths life can take. He traced itn why would you do that? He asked.
She tilted her head. Because I Like the idea of making something beautiful out of something ugly.
He wanted to kiss her. But instead wrote it down
That night was like tidal waves. She was complicated an objective. She would shift in her seat an go from serious to singing an old county song in two seconds flat. She was encouraged by her time left here. She mocked herself for her coldness, an that some Guy had asked her out a year ago. On the lips of something incredibly silly. She would end it with something profound an it hit him hard.they both would write it down.
She didn't flinch when he told her some of her secrets. She nodded her head as if she understood better than anybody. When he would pause searching for words. She would end it with words he had never heard before. While he told her about her pressures. She would raise her voice an say Yes an truth. Speak it.
There energy spiraled an collided. Sometimes in the silence he would see a smile spreading. She would point out the moon. The 360 bridge.
He told her she was crazy independent. She told him. He was crazy. She understood l.a. an when he told her He was going for auditions. She said good luck. An then in the parking lot. They noticed the darkness was releasing its hold an turning to light. They only then looked at the clock. They had drove around for 5 hours. Complete steangers..She didn't even seemed phased..
While he drove me home. He said you know you were right about the car tip.
"Oh was I?" Well now you know for next time. That's good.
"Your really a good girl."
She didn't respond
Most of women would of told you I fucking. Told you so..
She giggled.
Ah I don't need to prove my sense of rightness to you.
An she shifted to leave just like that "thanks for not killing me"
I really Like you he said
"Yeah Your cool...thank you for driving with no destination for hours"
"Cool huh?"
Cool. She nodded. An just like that left
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So there the night was embracing them as she rode in the stranger car with no idea as to where they were. An for once. Or maybe twice. She didn't care. He asked her if she had any idea the way her chest rose as she laughed. An how at ease she seemed to be.
She paused in her story of self discovery to say. I never do things like this. I'm not a very open person.
He asked her what she was scared of? She said herself. She told him a story of shame an mockery use abuse accuse an excuse. That She never really forgave a girl that was obsessed with her or her ex for the fool he protrayed her as . But she wanted happiness an love an was just starting to open herself up to that. An it wasn't the darkness of her self but her lightness that scared her. An She had been on this pattern of espionage until she realized excess couldnt fill her void. Whether it was hard work,hard sex, hard drugs. That she was finally becoming comfortable in her. She spoke so evenly on her strongholds, on her bondage. What held her captive since she was a little girl. He was almost jealous of her ex not because he sensed she was in love with him. But because of the peace she potrayed him an the past relationship. He had caught himself calling his ex a bitter bitch.
Somewhere in the night she showed him her back the lines She inhaled slowly are the different paths life can take. He traced itn why would you do that? He asked.
She tilted her head. Because I Like the idea of making something beautiful out of something ugly.
He wanted to kiss her. But instead wrote it down
That night was like tidal waves. She was complicated an objective. She would shift in her seat an go from serious to singing an old county song in two seconds flat. She was encouraged by her time left here. She mocked herself for her coldness, an that some Guy had asked her out a year ago. On the lips of something incredibly silly. She would end it with something profound an it hit him hard.they both would write it down.
She didn't flinch when he told her some of her secrets. She nodded her head as if she understood better than anybody. When he would pause searching for words. She would end it with words he had never heard before. While he told her about her pressures. She would raise her voice an say Yes an truth. Speak it.
There energy spiraled an collided. Sometimes in the silence he would see a smile spreading. She would point out the moon. The 360 bridge.
He told her she was crazy independent. She told him. He was crazy. She understood l.a. an when he told her He was going for auditions. She said good luck. An then in the parking lot. They noticed the darkness was releasing its hold an turning to light. They only then looked at the clock. They had drove around for 5 hours. Complete steangers..She didn't even seemed phased..
While he drove me home. He said you know you were right about the car tip.
"Oh was I?" Well now you know for next time. That's good.
"Your really a good girl."
She didn't respond
Most of women would of told you I fucking. Told you so..
She giggled.
Ah I don't need to prove my sense of rightness to you.
An she shifted to leave just like that "thanks for not killing me"
I really Like you he said
"Yeah Your cool...thank you for driving with no destination for hours"
"Cool huh?"
Cool. She nodded. An just like that left
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