finally free
wind rushes to my face as windows roll down
adrenaline pumping through my veins as i push harder on the peddle
zooming passed neighboring vehicles
and screaming at the top of my lungs
feeling free
finally free
ESTÁS LEYENDO
lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoesíaDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
