sabine

feeling emotional recently and remembering what it was like to really feel...


funny how you were always a little chemically altered
cuz life had lost it's luster.
you were a master escape artist in your own way.
i put my life in your hands
cuz i didn't value it all that much anyway.
driving just a little too fast
music at a (slightly) unreasonable volume
hair flying everywhere and every word shouted
though insignificant
with both windows down
in your sporty red car.
you didn't give a damn that it was sporty,
just that it got us to where we wanted to go
(and yeah it was an improvement from your old metro, side mirror missing from my careless mailbox smashing)
but it could never get us far enough
it could never get us away
from that stifling complacency some call "home"

later...
i escaped,
you stayed and suffocated.
later i escaped
i didn't know you were withering away in the meantime.
later i escaped
but i never let go,
and don't say i never looked back.