driving home tonight
The engine's running quiet and the new pavement's like glass. I'm sailing over schools of reflected street signs and lights, between rows of starry reflectors.
The forests are a black wall silhouetted on both sides. Stencils of trees are cut out of the urban nighttime sky. They form a net above me, to catch me from falling up.
I love winter.
I love rain.
The forests are a black wall silhouetted on both sides. Stencils of trees are cut out of the urban nighttime sky. They form a net above me, to catch me from falling up.
I love winter.
I love rain.