I read. I write. I rant.
he was grey skies, tired eyes, hoodies that are oversized, words scrawled on page corners, denim jackets with turned up collars. she was coffee mugs, lingering hugs, fairy lights, movie nights, broken smiles and dusty book piles. they were pouring rains, laughter in chains, f r a g i l e like paper airplanes.
The world is a mess around us, Too bright, too out of focus. So, I whisper, "Take me somewhere." And we drove, the two of us. Daring and rebellious, we challenged Reality to catch up. Farther down the road, up the hill, amongst the stars, Farther still. You rolled down the windows, I propped my… Continue reading Drive Again
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