Endless highway,
The sunset in my rearview
All beings slightly stirring.
Spring near breaking,
Yet the coldest wind has yet to come.
Windows cracked to feel the harsh, crisp breeze kiss my blushing cheeks.
Song
After
Song
How does the universe pull our heart strings in such symbolically beautiful ways?
Sometimes beauty is pain.
I crave it at times.
Just to feel a glimpse of a memory.
A moment.
I cherish those moments I cannot grasp.
Tears smear my makeup
Yet, a soft smile is painted on my face.
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