the sound of cars
driving past
somehow instills
me into melancholy
I'm not even too sure why
maybe it's the atmosphere
which makes it seem more
appealing
each engine passing my
bedroom has a story to tell,
unique characters they are
maybe the cars are speaking
another language which I don't
understand too well.
the kind of language which makes
more sense in the subconscious than it
would on the surface
this is the life. I could listen to the cars
for hours on end
the near-perfect soundtrack for my reflection
they are sporadic
arriving every few minutes
I don't live on a busy street
not too loud either
pleasant faint buzzing
communicating with me
lying here with a glow surrounding me; a hard capsule I'm encased in
vehicles so sweet
waltzing with me
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Very good write!
The flow is amazing
and I like the concept a lot! -
awesome![u cant take me serious]
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Thanks.
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Amazing write. Thank you for posting it in the group.
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Thankyou
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Very lovely write. I love the atmosphere you have created, the low occasional hum of traffic having the power to lull you to sleep.
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