2days thoughts

we could leave this city behind forever, race down the interstate until my tires burn up and we go down in flames. if only life could be that simple. instead we sit, bound by the chains of bureaucracy, swearing allegiance to the mechanical beasts that keep the cogs turning.

i worry that i'm too much, or too little. not enough to fill the gaps in your life, just enough to be considered a nuisance. i can't help but wonder if i ever cross your mind when we aren't together, or am i just another spec of dust in the wind? 

you are the hazy glow of neon lights late at night, the orange halo of the setting sun, late night gas station stops, the hum of the engine beneath the car stereo. or maybe that's just how i want to think of you.