Jul 05, 2006 19:38
Curious night air while I drive aimlessly.
Squinting at the headlights coming towards me, but I don't notice them as much as I should. This is where your soul comes from, you're absorbing it somewhere in the warm, remembering wind. If you go quietly, but with abandon, it will find you. As long as you go out looking.
hope,
prose,
recharging the spirit
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