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That Country Song

Makes me feel some kind of way.

By Holding Hands With ShadowsPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Photo: Sammy Catherine Photography

Speeding down the empty road,

Faster and faster around the bends.

Adrenaline bursting from the seams.

Trees drenched in gold, windows down.

Hands out, fingertips catching the breeze

Belting out that country song at the top of our lungs,

Singing until our throats hurt.

Smiling until our cheeks burn.

Purposefully aimless.

Taking the long way to absolutely nowhere.

Not thinking about the way we feel.

Forgetting all of the background noise.

Just us.

Here.

Now.

Don’t speak.

Don’t stop.

Just drive until the gold drips from the sky.

Make wishes on the stars and

Follow the moon back home.

Let the night sky swallow us whole.

inspirational
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Holding Hands With Shadows

It's only a phase.

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