her
it seems that every time we are in a car, no matter what the situation--whether we were talking or just listening to the faded music in the background--she is gazing out the window
her eyes hungrily drinking in every aspect of the quickly passing world outside
as if she was trying to memorize every detail, every story of every blade of grass that passes in a second every tree branch, every car zooming by
it didn't matter if the window was open, wind whipping her long hair back into her face or closed and covered in raindrops, blurring the gray sky outside
wether she was calm with a barely there smile playing on her full, pink lips, solemn with furrowed eyebrows and thoughts rushing through her head, or overjoyed, shouting out lyrics to her favorite song through the open window as the sun reflects off her golden hair
every car trip, 5 minutes or 5 hours, her eyes drifting towards the window, fixated on the magic of the outside world
a surrealistic dream that is so close, yet never able to be held in your grasp for the scenery changes every second and once the car stops it is no longer the same beautiful, blurred mess
a girl that simple stairs out the window, wondering how every life would feel to be lived and dreaming on feeling a dream
her; a beautiful blurred mess
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कविताcrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.
