Driving late at night.


When he’s far she’ll think him low
but it’s in his heart to let her go,
Painfully he’ll watch her leave,
A gentle moment broken down.
Yet comfort reigns because he’ll see,
She’s better now and made complete.

What if living in open space with a supply of oxygen, food and shelter enhances your life span due to being in a biologically neutral environment without emissions and chemicals detrimental to the atmosphere that you wont be surrounded by?

Like bug under rock she nestles babe,
In a close embrace of isolate
Privacy in rampant recession,
From days spent wasted on
Relative progression.
That boon, so like she for babes,
Who’ve seen too few days
In fantasy.