Michael
1 min readMay 15, 2020

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Photo by Kruse Collins on Unsplash

Driving up and down the valley
The sun goes to sleep
The mountains as its blanket.

Passing through small towns and farms
Away from the wolves and clowns
I’ll be among them tomorrow

For now,
I am free
For now,
I can breathe

Isolated in this car
I can taste it
Feel it
Hear it
Smell it

This freedom
However temporary it may be

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Michael

An unhealthy serving of failed dreamer marinated in emotional masochism. Come along for the ride.