Lights
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I am controlled by this Bryiana,
What story has my face have told?
Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
I am a mere pedestrian
Doomed to live a momentary existence
Leaving your cerebrum as soon as the light turns
There is a certain
Kind of feeling which cannot be
Explained—
Like the feeling when it rains, or
When someone you love
Dies—one which goes
Beyond words, beyond expression.
Feelings which can
Half the Christmas lights burned out above my head
just like my dreams.
"Don't be so dramatic."
She stood, hair lapping in the frigid night air, at the coast. The rocky barrier separated the gravel road from a smooth, black and lapping bay. It was pitch black, like thick coffee with grinds that managed to escape into the brew. Lapping.
A hand of tension
One finger down at a time
Three...Two...One
Eyes close
The wind blows
The rain falls
The house falls
The cradle tips
A tear drops
Our hearts break
As I speed down the interstate
the only thing I see is headlights and tailights
for miles.
Driving is a passion
that keeps me sane, helps me escape,
makes me smile.
Speeding along,
