there's something about the hum of an engine at midnight that makes the world feel small enough to hold. no music, no destination — just the road and your own thoughts keeping pace. it's the closest i get to silence without actually being quiet.
there's something about the hum of an engine at midnight that makes the world feel small enough to hold. no music, no destination — just the road and your own thoughts keeping pace. it's the closest i get to silence without actually being quiet.