Two
silhouettes where in front of me, I didn’t want them there, for they where the
wall holding me back from my desires.
Shining beams of light highlighted the room behind them in a wintery
crispness. The light bounce of the
gleaming silver handle, hitting my face and embellishing it in warm light. The
things in front of me wouldn’t let me have my desires, and therefore they where
my enemies
Monday, October 14, 2013
Desires
I want a Chevy impala
I want a black Chevy impala
I want it so bad I’d murder for it
I hunger for it
A shiny one with a loud engine
I want to drive it down Main Street with AC/DC playing
I want to drive it across the country and take my friends along
For the ride
I want to smell the old leather and think of ages past
I want to work on the engine, rebuild it with my own hands, feel the slime of the oil
I want to love that car
I want that to be the car I always remember
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