Photo: Rossell_j
Tonight, more than any other, I have felt. The highway stretched before me absolutely empty, strongly damp the few drops that the thunderstorm let out, so desolate ... so affordable ... I could have gone ahead, with Pink Floyd whispering in my ear about learning to fly ... Scroll to where the tank would fill it himself and then ... and on. Until the last second before making my exit 128 I've been mulling over the possibility ... until the roundabout once told me "I turn" ... The streets were bleak, a broken bus urged me to flee as the nighttime work invasive meter or the garbage truck to my garage ... but I came home, leaving pieces of me the way now should be miles away the lightning accompanying the speed of light.
Anyway, I'm sitting here with my bedroom lit only by the notebook's display and the beautiful spectacle which gives us the nature tonight ... maybe if I had gone with my 1000D now be photographing somewhere more distant and more empty ...
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