“Because I’m proud of my life, and the things that I have done. Proud of myself, and the loner I’ve become. You’re free to whine, it will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar.” —Max Bemis
I tilted my glasses down and let my vision blur. I watch the road. The lights. They looked like snowflakes, and I was lost. It was cinematic. It was gorgeous.
Nothing had a shape. The world simply moved.
As it does. As it should.