My heart is beating as fast as I'm driving and the air is alive- how, I don't know. I scream and laugh and choke on the freedom but it's gone in a flash of lightening. The rain erased who I was and with my arms figuratively spread wide I embraced what might be.
It might be that I don't stop driving until I'm far enough away to never hear my name again. It might be that I spin off the rainslick road and give my body back to the dirt.
But what is is me, turning onto my dark street and turning the music down so I don't wake the neighbors.
About Me
- Sunny
- I like to sing, I like to laugh, I like to write, and I like to read. I am forgiven and for this I rejoice.
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