driving down a windy road
I don't think I could fully describe the feeling I get when I am driving by myself; payvment lying miles and miles ahead of me, and the blazing sun riding high in the sky. That emotion... that euphoric sensation that takes over my body and allows my past to melt away and my dreams to take flight in the beatific clouds means more then I can probably say. After loosing my car for a three days due to some really awful tires, I threw myself a huge party when I picked it up and drove it down the mountain into forever. Windy roads became straight, and my troubles began to fly away into the horizon. My window down, and my hand catching air, I could feel the goosebumps caressing my skin and dance across my body. So many words said, yet no sound made. My hopes and thoughts became reality as I raced time against the sunset. Vivacious colors splashed across eternity, creating an intense pallet of colors. Already, a vilant picture of striking beauty began to form in the sky. Fields of yellow daisies laid to my right, beckoning me to swim amungst the the tall weeds and drown in the nautral exquisiteness we so often take for granted. To my left lay the mysterious ocean... the waves crashing down, eating away at my sorrows in monsterous bites that left me light headed and free. It's in those moments, with my hand hanging out my window, everything becomes clear. My questions become answered in the silence and things I could not make sense of become clearer. My goals and aspriations seem so easy, and my confidence rises as I have full faith that I can achieve anything. It is in that moment that I am invincible... that I can fly.
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