i saw a chevy suburban that looked very similar to the one below on the way to work. i was imagining myself behind the wheel driving over sand dunes listening to the beach boys and wished it were true.
hold your head high, little darling. you'll make it home again. to a place you once knew long ago, a time to pretend. you'd rather look back than forward to what you used to know. but i wouldn't blame you for it cuz the heaviness only grows.