there is something religious about driving with no destination,
an act of letting it all go,
the thrill of nothing meaning everything.

the sunset doesn't have to end when you're in the car,
but it shouldn't end ever.

we can't drive without feeling,
we move on and move on and life doesn't need us when we're in the car,
life doesn't want us.

the escapist in me feels most at home going 70 down the highway towards the city, I don't want to leave.

i wish i never left.