one hot seat

these crazy days come and go up and down on me in such fast pace

i ran through the woods and saw a sight never seen, yet a familiar memory from the cover of a magazine. and what do your eyes actually see?

the night falls quickly over after the pleasant company of a lovely friend who shares her arms so dearly.

i know the road since i've been there before, i drove plenty of times back and forward, slow and fast too, but never in this one hot seat at night with the face shield between my eyes and the road.

facing traffic and traffic lights i clearly feel the heat under my body, but the road in front gets covered with the thick foliage and boy it feels so nice.

in the mean time i keep trying to figure out why some see and some don't, some hug and some shy away. what is it what my eyes see?

yet i keep getting used to the sequential transmission as my car complains of being sitting so still and pretty under the sun and the rain