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Wanderlust

These are the nights
 
I want to jump in a car, anyone’s damn car
 
and ride
 
for hours on stretches of empty road
 
nothing but concrete cement for as long as my eyes can see.
 
And with the wind rushing through my hair
 
my eyes teary from it all
 
the feeling of cold air hitting the skin
 
maybe I’d forget you
 
and the feel of your skin on me,
 
that clammy warmness
 
that pathetically melted my soul.
 
I was a fool. Was I not?
 
I’ll board a plane
 
travel to the other side of world–
 
I know there are people and things I need to see
 
and thoughts I need to hear
 
and feelings I want to feel.
 
I want to grab the world in a ball
 
and take it all in, suffocate in knowledge
 
and sex, laughter, fear, anxiety.
 
I will be overwhelmed by it all
 
the intoxication of the darkness
 
of a book that makes me shiver
 
an afternoon where I can lay out in the grass
 
and feel the bristles scrap across smooth legs.
 
Don’t follow me
 
I crave the ecstasy
 
of doing this alone.

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