sitting in bumper to bumper traffic, fiddling with the gps, i entered the name of your hometown.
‘if only this car had wings, if only i had wings’, i thought, ‘i could be there before he knew it. in his arms, in his bed, in his life, finally.’
fuck, i hate traffic.
stop haunting me, damn you.
3 comments:
If I was the passenger, I am not sure I would be fiddling with the GPS.
I'd play with his gear shift
sometimes wishing we were someone is all we can do. beautiful pic
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