catalyzed
Window rolled down, heat turned up, hand catching air. Open, closing; grasping at nothing, and in it, I am holding everything.My hair a billowing mess of outrageous curls wipping my face, flying unflatteringly everywhere... and I love it.
Flying down 101 just a little to fast, and the speed is reassuring. No time to let my fear convince me to turn around, now. City lights behind me, highway infront of me; I am infinite.
Fog clutching hill, crawling dangerously towards me, and this is were I become a little nervous. White surrounds me, creating an empty canvas I can now imagine anything up on.
With slight hesitation the gas peddle becomes a close friend, and I press into it with an unseen fearceness. That of which is infront of me becomes a road leading to you as I morph all the street signs into arrows pointing your way.
Your face looks good on the billboards.
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Thanks for writing this. I know exactly the feeling you are conveying and i just never drew my poetic side enough to let myself understand this. As much as this comment or blog entry doesn't really have a real purpose, I still like them both.
Comment by Brice— 2008/10/05 @ 01:44 AM — (Reply)
Good writing, feel good
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