Speeding through the night, countryside flitting behind the windows, music filling the space. And my mind — helpless, flaccid mind — keeps staring numbly ahead. Insecure, fleeting glances are culminating into a full-blown mess that is taking its toll. Both literally and metaphorically.
Life is just a lonely highway
I'm out here on the open road
I'm old enough to see behind me
But young enough to feel my soul
Few days later, having a night out with friends. Waking up slightly dizzy, nevertheless great. Missing you, the display says. Please don't make it harder for me, I respond half asleep. And then quiet, somehow hurting. Falling asleep again before taking off to enjoy unbelievably sunny and warm November.
I've got a pocket full of money
And pocket full of keys that have no bounds
But then I think of lovin'
And I just can't get you off of my mind
This really is all wrong.
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