10-23-2024, 07:44 PM
Is that Lake Tahoe, somewhere just past Ketamine? Looks familiar.
Your poem remind me of that feeling I get when I've been driving too long too many days in a row, and it feels like the car is standing still and spinning the Earth beneath the wheels. Everything is the hum of the road then the eyes judder trying to grasp on to anything but it is too smooth, too smooth. That is when I roll the window down to get some wind on my face.
Your poem remind me of that feeling I get when I've been driving too long too many days in a row, and it feels like the car is standing still and spinning the Earth beneath the wheels. Everything is the hum of the road then the eyes judder trying to grasp on to anything but it is too smooth, too smooth. That is when I roll the window down to get some wind on my face.
