I found some film from last year
A night in North Haven
cars doing burnouts
the thick smell of rubber and smoke engulfing me
Maybe I don't miss getting home at 3am
but I miss the empty highways
I miss the ride out
the feeling leaving the parking lot
police lights in the distance, sirens
flooding the entrance ramps of I-95
The feeling of flying
being young and dumb on an open empty road
leaning out the passenger window and listening to the engine,
laughing at my friends in passing.
The world of underground car meets, racing, dragging is no longer part of my life.
But sometimes I watch the videos and I wish
I really really wish
I had one more opportunity to experience it
Living slowly is so comfortable
But it's so far from the life that shaped me
and I miss the ecstasy
YOU ARE READING
MASOCHISM
Költészetan uncensored synposis of the thoughts and experiences belonging to a young tired masochist. I quit writing for a while but sometimes I feel I need to write more than I need a cigarette.
