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I want to just drive. For hours. For days. To nowhere, to anywhere. It doesn't matter where I'm going as long as it's not here. I wouldn't care if I had to go alone or if there were people with me. We could drive aimlessly. When we got tired we could pull over and sleep curled up or stretched out on the backseat. If it was nice out, we could lay on the hood and watch the sky. Clouds or stars, it wouldn't matter. When we got hungry we could eat oreos and uncooked packets of ramen and when we got thirsty we could drink whatever the hell we felt like drinking. When we ran out of gas or needed clean clothes or a bathroom we could stop in a town and spend a night or two there regrouping. We could roll in fields of grass and swim in rivers and lakes and seas. When it rained we could roll down the windows and sing, or get out and run in it, if it was the kind of rain that pelted skin and hurt (but there would be no need for screaming and pounding limbs into asphalt because I wouldn't be here and I would be happy). We could meet strangers and hear their stories. We could buy homeless people meals and give it to them for free. We could swing through life without a care in the world. We could just speed down unfamiliar streets, and maybe you'd be smoking and I would click my tongue at you or bum one, depending on my mood. We could buy those old polaroid cameras that take instant photos and take pictures of the places we've been and the people we've seen and I would try my hardest to bring every person and object to life in film. We could climb trees and pick flowers and we could fuck whoever we wanted whenever we wanted or just not because it doesn't matter anyway. We could have snowball fights when winter came, if we were still in a state where winter meant snow. We could see bright cities surrounded by black night and we could stand with arms up above it all with the hugest smiles on our faces and in that moment the world would feel so much smaller than we are. We could write songs on crumpled napkins and talk about how everything is so much but now it's just enough because we wouldn't be here and it would be okay. We could do whatever we wanted. We could be whoever we wanted. We could love with all of us. We could be happy. I just want to drive.

Description
I want to just drive. For hours. For days. To nowhere, to anywhere. It doesn't matter where I'm going as long as it's not here. I wouldn't care if I had to go alone or if there were people with me. We could drive aimlessly. When we got tired we could pull over and sleep curled up or stretched out on the backseat. If it was nice out, we could lay on the hood and watch the sky. Clouds or stars, it wouldn't matter. When we got hungry we could eat oreos and uncooked packets of ramen and when we got thirsty we could drink whatever the hell we felt like drinking. When we ran out of gas or needed clean clothes or a bathroom we could stop in a town and spend a night or two there regrouping. We could roll in fields of grass and swim in rivers and lakes and seas. When it rained we could roll down the windows and sing, or get out and run in it, if it was the kind of rain that pelted skin and hurt (but there would be no need for screaming and pounding limbs into asphalt because I wouldn't be here and I would be happy). We could meet strangers and hear their stories. We could buy homeless people meals and give it to them for free. We could swing through life without a care in the world. We could just speed down unfamiliar streets, and maybe you'd be smoking and I would click my tongue at you or bum one, depending on my mood. We could buy those old polaroid cameras that take instant photos and take pictures of the places we've been and the people we've seen and I would try my hardest to bring every person and object to life in film. We could climb trees and pick flowers and we could fuck whoever we wanted whenever we wanted or just not because it doesn't matter anyway. We could have snowball fights when winter came, if we were still in a state where winter meant snow. We could see bright cities surrounded by black night and we could stand with arms up above it all with the hugest smiles on our faces and in that moment the world would feel so much smaller than we are. We could write songs on crumpled napkins and talk about how everything is so much but now it's just enough because we wouldn't be here and it would be okay. We could do whatever we wanted. We could be whoever we wanted. We could love with all of us. We could be happy. I just want to drive.