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RobynHood
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- Aug 23, 2019
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I don't really know what I want out of life. But I know I'm in serenity when I'm driving at night with someone in the passenger seat, or being driven by someone, through empty streets. Little things like holding hands while driving and listening to music makes me look forward to tomorrow. I can't really think of anything else at the moment that makes me feel more alive, perhaps I haven't experienced that much yet. I don't know, but being in a car with someone you like is such a personal experience. Thinking back to every time I held hands with a beautiful girl in a car, I remember just feeling like I was right for the first time. I would really love if someone I admired took me for a ride right now.
But it reminds me of this old poem from a few years ago: You Are Jeff by Richard Siken
"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you didn't even have a name for."
The author really describes the feeling well. Anyway. When do you feel most at peace?
But it reminds me of this old poem from a few years ago: You Are Jeff by Richard Siken
"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you didn't even have a name for."
The author really describes the feeling well. Anyway. When do you feel most at peace?
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