Driving late at night.


Just because you don’t say it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

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.