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threeplusfireI'm taking a ride with my best friend
Driving home, and just as I turned onto the freeway, Depeche Mode comes on, and there I am with the window rolled down so that my hands are freezing. I'm the only car for a mile or so, gliding to the sounds and the light is so bright. I can feel, inside my black clothes and boots, under my winter coat and hat, the diamond kernel of myself. It's such a strange thing to know, despite the madness and fumbling, buried in a thousand and one gestures and layers and choices, that I am there underneath it all and I just have to work on pulling that part of myself further out until it is all that I am.
There was another song, name forgotten, but tune and words recognized that took me home, through lights, over the lines and around the curve.
it leads you on
despite your desperation
under the milky way tonight
Driving home, and just as I turned onto the freeway, Depeche Mode comes on, and there I am with the window rolled down so that my hands are freezing. I'm the only car for a mile or so, gliding to the sounds and the light is so bright. I can feel, inside my black clothes and boots, under my winter coat and hat, the diamond kernel of myself. It's such a strange thing to know, despite the madness and fumbling, buried in a thousand and one gestures and layers and choices, that I am there underneath it all and I just have to work on pulling that part of myself further out until it is all that I am.
There was another song, name forgotten, but tune and words recognized that took me home, through lights, over the lines and around the curve.
it leads you on
despite your desperation
under the milky way tonight