I wrote this today at school, but it's telling of emotions I had when I went for over an hour walk this past weekend. Feedback maybe? ___ Facing headlights and the colors blend together. This night time drug is captivating my body; entombing me so I forget reality. The road continues to spiral away before me, but I can't help but continue with one step after another. Cars drive by, and houses are with the lights off. How could they ignore such a night like this? Inhaling more poison, exhaling relief, breathing in life, and then repeating the process. The headlights continue by, but with my poison and knowing I'm loved, the night could last forever and I'd be content.
i like it. its true, the out doors are powerful. Its amazing how something so simple as a walk down a street can relieve so many complex problems. And yet all those people inside the lighted houses dont do it. They choose to become depressed over problems rather then walk them off. could use a more poetic feeling but its still good.