there's something about driving thru the city at 3am with the windows down and a sad song playing that feels more honest than any conversation i've had all week. the streetlights blur into poetry and for a moment everything just makes sense.
there's something about driving thru the city at 3am with the windows down and a sad song playing that feels more honest than any conversation i've had all week. the streetlights blur into poetry and for a moment everything just makes sense.