Late night drive

April 2, 2019

Driving down a long road in the depth of night

The wind spreads across yourr face to the tips of your hair

Music filling your ears with beautiful melodies

There is not a soul in sight

yet you do not feel fear or lonliness

but content and freedon

freedom from the pain of living

and content for the horid life you have been given

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