take me away, my car.
my car, you, my love. my locomotive.
drive me away forever, nolimits.
no destination, my locomotive.
cant stand being here, take me away.
my car. driveawayfast.
speed limits, nonexistent and outdated.
everything is hard, but the road is bliss.
peaceful, busy and silent. crowded and solitary,
like me. my car. like my locomotive. me.
its not about the destination, its about the journey.
okay, where is your driverslicense then.
Something about you, my car, my locomotive,
fills my tank. the good oil, premium oil.
empty streets, swerving lanes. switch gears.
a drive, you drive me. my destination, you drive me.
like me. my car. like my locomotive. me.
About the Creator
Ziggy Rey
three eyes open.
Quoth
Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
By Alexander McEvoy3 days ago in Fiction
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